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Knot in the Knee means no Driving for Me My Life 27 JAN 2016

So that’s bitterly disappointing. Since Sunday evening I’ve been struggling with a painful ‘knot’ in my left calf muscle, putting me in a lot of discomfort and making moving about even more difficult than what it already is.

I had a session with my physio (Carolise Botha) on Monday afternoon, and before we could get started on the knee stuff, she had a go at working out the knot (which was of course, super, super painful!! Chantelle had to bite her lip to stop laughing at my gritted teeth antics!), but sadly this proved a temporary measure because by the evening it was back again.

Chantelle’s organised medicine from the pharmacy, I’ve rested it on warm water bottles, I’ve stretched it out, I’ve slathered it with Deep Heat – no luck, it just doesn’t want to go away which means then I guess I need to wait it out.

I’m disappointed because chances were pretty high that I was going to start driving again this week – something I was so confident in that I even went ahead and made plans to go into work of all things! However, a drive around the complex last night with Chantelle quickly told me that with my current calf in spasms, driving a manual gear car is not going to happen any time soon.

It’s depressing.

Sigh, you have no idea of just how tired I am of this view, day in and day out…

IMG_20160127_091404 view from my chair

Oh Cramp! My Life 25 MAY 2010

Sigh, I don’t know where this comes from, really I don’t. For some or other reason, every now and again, my calf muscles decide to suddenly seize up and cramp in the most excruciatingly manner possible – between 03:00 and 04:00 in the morning! O.o

I’ll be blissfully fast asleep, snoring away (I know this because occassionally I wake up in the middle of the night to find a very grumpy Chantelle scrambling for her earplugs and moaning at me to turn to the other side and stop snoring), when all of a sudden I will jolt awake as either one or both of my calf muscles begin to all of a sudden violently contract, followed by intense and excruciating pain that has me wanting to scream out loud and bang my head against the wall in order to make it stop.

But of course I don’t.

Instead I muffle my cries of pain, bite my lip, try to keep my writhing in agony down to minor movements only and attempt to quickly, but efficiently extract myself out of the bed by rolling off the one end – something surprisingly difficult when you are weighed down by two or three heavy, Chantelle-placed blankets/duvet and of course the twin dead weights that are Olympus and Achilles.

At this point in time I nearly have tears in my eyes and are standing on my tip toes against the cold, cold wall, trying to relieve some of the pressure in my calves which will then hopefully allow me to hobble it out by stumbling through to the kitchen for a glass of cold water or such.

(Needless to say, this must be quite a funny sight for anyone spying in on us).

Sometimes this works, sometimes it doesn’t, but for the most part I manage to succeed in doing all of this without waking Chantelle up – which I’m pretty proud of actually.

Now if only I could figure out a way to get those locked calf muscles to properly calm down and relax – because generally one of these “attacks” results in me hobbling around for the next day with completely rock hard calves – certainly not a pleasure when stairs are involved!

And don’t even think of suggesting someone to massage them – I swear I’ll knock the lights out of anyone who touches them, that’s how much pain they cause me! :)