After yesterday's tumble, my knee hurt. I've had worse scraps, and blogged about them here and here too, but this was a jarring kind of fall, where I felt it from ankle to hip and super felt it in my knee.
This morning, I rolled out of bed, stretched in an extremely soul satisfying way, and decided I would walk the dogs. Sure, it was pitch dark outside, and you bet our driveway light is burned out never to be replaced, but I would manage to wrangle three dogs into harnesses and leashes without the benefit of sight giving light, and we would walk.
First problem, in the ten minutes I took to wake the kids up and change out of my pajamas, it started to rain. The dogs were so excited, though, I decided a little bit of rain was fine. Second problem, the wind. It was cutting right through my layers of clothing like they were butter and it was a red hot knife. Since I am no wimpy walking babe, I stuck with it.
Third problem, when I went to set the invisible fence collars on the tailgate of the truck (so I'd know right were they were when we stepped back into the land of mild shocksville), I ran right into the tow hitch.
With my hurt knee.
And after skip hopping around in a circle while the dogs tapped out impatience with their little paws, I decided I could to a mile walk. Rain, wind, cold, pain, nothing compares to the horror of disappointing the girls.
After barely half a block, I knew I wasn't interested in going a mile. A half mile it was, and boy was I glad to get home! Ice for my knee, hot coffee for everything else, and everyone was satisfied.
Until I got to work and started to scoot myself and my chair in, and rammed my knee into the desk edge.
That's when I went for some pain reliever and a cookie and it felt better. I'm positive it was the cookie that helped the most!