Apologies to everyone who has the misfortune to read this blog; yes, I am a little drunk - let's take out the "little" from the sentence, just to be on the safe side. Also, apologies go to the great Bard himself... sorry I misquoted you in every sense of the word.
So as this is MEANT to be a running blog, I had to think of something I could write about that involved running and not something I thought was "about running" as I headed for my fourth glass of wine. For example; white rabbits, mad hatters.. Doctor Who and toilets... No idea what most of that relates to running, but hey, I am a little tipsy here.
Be right back... that idea about the toilets is a bit of a predominant thought...
Okay, where was I? Oh yes ITBS, or IT Band Syndrome.. or maybe even "I talk B**l S**t" which is probably a more accurate reflection of this blog post.
I am suffering from a bout of ITBS at the moment. I think it is ITBS, but having never really suffered it before I am not really sure. I have "googled" it; I have checked the "on-line MD" sites, and I am still confused. It looks like ITBS, it feels like ITBS, but it behaves "like ITBS that has taken a part-time job in the very select 'knee malady' store in Hollywood and only works once a day if it is lucky".
I have just realised that that previous paragraph makes no sense to anyone except me and that isn't saying much. So here is the real problem. I have a pain that radiates around the side of my knee. It is aggravated by running; especially if I run more than about 5K. I have had it on and off for about a month and it developed as I increased my milage over trails wearing my VFF's. After a run it can hurt to bend the knee from one position to another. I can see the nodding heads from here - that is ITBS.
However, the issue I have is the vagueness of the pain. It doesn't hurt most of the time. In fact I don't feel it. I am a "SAHM", or "Stay at home Mum" to all those without kids. I am on my feet, up and down, going around the twist most of the day. I am ACTIVE for at least 12 hours before I collapse on the sofa with half a bottle of wine. I am not "resting" the injury. Yet, despite this, it doesn't hurt; EXCEPT for about 5 mins between 7:30-8:00PM. If I have a run it may "twinge" a bit more, but we are looking at "twinge" mid-stride as I walk down a mall. After a few more steps it is fine again. The pain I may add is unbelievable. I am not sure if it is down to the unpredictability, but the number of swear words my 5 year old has picked up on in the last couple of weeks is not something a Mum should brag about.
I have followed all the advice from various "NET experts". I have ICED and RICED and cut down on my running. (Which has not made me a happy bunny). I have strengthened every Glute muscle there is, to the point that if there was ever a "walnut restaurant' in the area, I could happily work there. Yet, nope... still, every day, I get an annoying twinge that reminds me that I have body parts below the hips. (Not sure I should have said that).
So is this ITBS? or is it not? Is it just my knee telling me it is still there and I should appreciate it more often, (in a kind of "desperate housewife" senario).
Actually at this point, I am not sure I really care. I will do tomorrow, at about 7PM.. I suppose I should really get it seen to, but for 99% of the day, it doesn't hurt. It's only that annoying few minutes where I feel I should do something about it. Advice please. May I remind you that anything you suggest will be greatly aggravated by the hangover I will suffer when I actually read the comments, so please be kind.
Anyway, rambling post over. Be sure that this post will be severely edited tomorrow morning as I awake red-eyed and grouchy; so if you want to enjoy my humiliation, I suggest you get in there quick.
So Thank You spell-checker... Thank you life, that I have no friends and no-one will now about this post before it is taken down. Thank you the healing power of Red wine. HUGS to you all. (Maybe I should hire myself out as an "Oscar Speech writer"?)
Now my only dilemma now, is more wine or tea? How much more havoc can the internet take in one evening?
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
This week is going to be a 'grown-up' week. D has finally had his funding confirmed and as a result, I am in the process of sorting out Behavioural Consultants, Behavioural Interventionists, Occupational Therapists and Speech Language Pathologists. I am still trying to get my head around all the terms; to me it still feels like participants of a really boring party, (apologies if anyone out there is one of the above, but my head is still spinning). I used to belong to a profession that when announced at a party could clear a room in 30 seconds. It was freaky! "Hi, I am a network engineer", was all that was needed to create a human-free area of thirty metres.
This all new to me and as such I have little or no idea about what all this entails, how much it costs and where I need to go. I am still figuring it out. So it came as a shock when I visited a "Autism Centre' about what actually is involved. An "Autism Centre" is a "one-stop-shop" for everything Autism. You go there and they arrange everything, bill the government directly and you never have to really have to be involved in all of the logistics of the therapy. The alternative is hiring and interviewing each therapist yourself. It's like the difference between getting your furniture from IKEA, or you get a "home decorator" in. One involves a lot of effort, but you potentially get more for you money, the other requires no thinking but BOY do you pay for it. However, I am fairly sure that when you hire therapists, you aren't left with lots of cardboard, 3 allen keys and a strange bolt that should go somewhere but you aren't sure where because the instructions have NO written annotations on them... Saying that I haven't actually hired anyone yet; so who know's maybe they do?
Anyway, this is not the point of this blog. The point is I discovered that to be able to help him, he has to have a minimum of ten hours a week at the centre. That's two hours, five days a week. Crikes, he doesn't even spend that time in pre-school. He will do this up to the age of six. As of September he will also be in part-time Kindergarten; they don't do full-time Kindergarten in BC. This means that as of September he will be in a classroom setup for about four and a half hours a day. Before that he will be at the Centre for ten hours per week and pre-school six. I don't have to be there, in fact I think it is encouraged he does this alone. Previously I was under the misconception that D would go to some form of therapist, two-three days a week. Maybe for an hour or so. So you imagine my shock when I realised how much time he would be spending at the centre.
I can't go back home, because the centre is too far away. I have to hang around the area. I can't get a job, because I still need to look after him and transport him during lunchtime. I can't really go shopping/pay bills etc, because by the time I get to the store, I have to rush and come back. This is an awful lot of free time. Ummm... what to do?
However, as I have discovered from his time at pre-school, two hours is a good enough time to get a run in. I don't have to drive anywhere, I don't have to get dressed up. I just drop him off and I run. If there is a gym or recreation centre near, I could go for a swim, or a spinning class, or maybe even a core class. Umm... interesting... I just have visions of me sitting at the computer desk, saying "I am interested by your proposal, Mr. Bond" whilst stroking my chin and grimacing. (I was going to say 'stroking my pussy' but that so many different meanings, I may have found myself with three million hits and a visit by the RCMP)
So maybe this intensive programme is a sign. I really had it in my head that next year I wanted to run an Ultra or do a full triathlon (maybe a haf-ironman). I was wondering if the twelve/thirteen hours a week, with maybe a long run on the weekend was enough to be able to do this. It was probably pushing it. However, now I don't have twelve hours a week to do this. I have over twenty. This goal seems achievable. If I managed to stay off injured (I have a bout of ITBS at the moment), this is actually doable. I know... I also have to stay insane. No-one in their right minds considers an Ultra. I can say that in total confidence, because all the people I know who actually do Ultras AND read this blog are mad as hatters, (and they know it), so it's not as if I am going to offend anyone.
So maybe, transporting D to all his classes has a plus side. Maybe, this time next year I maybe able to put something cool in the blog. (Apart from a really neat recipe for Drambuie ice-cream; just made that up, but it actually sounds kind of nice). Maybe I will have something to impress my friends (all 3 of them) :) Who know's this maybe the start of something interesting for me?
So raise a glass of wine to toast the ability to see the positive out of something difficult. Heck, who needs that... just raise a glass...
There is something to be said for seeing the glass half-full. However, if you are like me, the glass is ALWAYS completely empty and you require a top-up. More wine I think...
Posted by Katie Kift at 7:31 PM