Today I get to start therapy on my knee. The doctor says it looks fine, nothing torn. But, it looks like I have a stretched calf muscle. It seems that your calf muscles are supposed to stretch. I mean, my calves don't look like tube socks blowing in the wind. If anything, I have to stretch every morning as it is. (Go you chicken fat go! Remember that one?) As it is, Kathi thinks I have cute calf muscles. NOT manly calf muscles, but cute calves.
So, today we get to see just what they are talking about. I want to know why my knee keeps popping when I bend it at times. It's loud enough that I woke up our dog, Nugget, the other day while outside pulling up our tomato plants. I guess I'll have to get out a pair of workout shorts to wear to therapy. Just what the whole world needs to see right now, is my almost fish-belly white (I got some sun.) legs. And, I get to go to such a nice part of town for this.
With all the stuff I carry day to day, I'm a little concerned about being able to keep my shorts up. I wonder how shorts look with suspenders? And knee high white tube socks. (Won't that be burned into your brain for the rest of the day!) That's so bad that it even scares me. Well, I could maybe dig out an old pair of cut-offs that I used to wear back in the good old days. (1970's) You know, the kind that we would cut off just below the pockets. And they were not worth wearing unless there was like three inches of fringe from the threads hanging down.
Well, enough of this. Time to go to therapy and have them run me through the grind. If I'm able to walk when I get done, I will blog some of what they did, or didn't do, to my knee.