Still creaky

Okay so I was going to post today about the absolute awesomeness that was Two Door Cinema Club on Saturday night (also, the absolute drunkenness) but since you've probably read about it on every other Capetonian blogue there is, I've decided instead to have a little pity party.

Yes, lucky you.

Remember how I said I had to stop running because of the pain in my knee? And how super bummed I was? Well, it now seems my double-jointed hyperflexed spastic joints have absolutely nothing to do with the pain after all.

Hooray!

Not so much.

Turns out that my tiny little bit of running training was, in the words of Dr van der Merwe at Sports Science – that's Dr Knee to the rest of the medical profession – 'a little too much, too fast'. Which is ridiculous, because, really, if I had been building up any slower, I would have been running backwards.

Anyway, he gave my knee bits a squeeze, declared I probably had garden variety runner's knee as a result of thinking I was an athlete when I so clearly am not (no, not his actual words) and then dispatched me for an MRI to confirm. And while I was having a jolly time in my MRI cage and enjoying a little lie down in the middle of the work day, it never crossed my mind that when we looked at the images later he would say:

'Oh. You've done some real damage there. See that dark spot? Your bone is bleeding.'

Yeah. I didn't know bone could bleed either.

'So that's bad?'

'It's pretty bad.'

'So no running?'

'No running.'

'So no gym?'

'No gym.'

'No, um, no dancing?'

'See that dark spot there?'

'Fine.'

Pause

'How about Pilates?'

'How badly do you need to stretch Jade? How badly, really?'

'Fine.'

Sucks to be me, right?

Anyway, so now I have to see a biokineticist three days a week for six weeks, and try to conceal the fact that I need to rehearse for our show in April (and, oh yeah, perform in the show) which will require a vast amount of pointing, jumping, stepping, bending and generally throwing my body around all over the floor.



Note Boyfriend had just informed me that apparently bleeding of the knee bone is somewhat common. He also reminded me about the 30th birthday party we attended laaaast Saturday where the host tried to kick the chandelier, tore all the ligaments in his knee and will be on crutches for months. And then he reminded me about his colleague who on Thursday tore her meniscus playing action cricket. So I guess the message there is, Dutchman up Jade. A little bleeding bone never hurt anyone.