Knee and Wrist

There is snow on the ground and we are about to have a cold spell for a few days (below freezing temperature, if the weather forecast is to be trusted). I hope the snow sticks around. I hope we get more snow. I hope our pond freezes and kids can go ice skating.

I can’t ice skate. I mean, I can shuffle my feet and move around slowly (helps if I have something to hold on to). But right now – I can’t. I did something to my knee without realizing I did anything at all. Now, I am hobbling around, and it hurts to go up and down stairs, and it hurts to sleep, and there is no way I would get my ice skates on because I don’t want to make it worse.

I actually went for a walk yesterday, being desperately in need of fresh air and a bit of exercise. I was grinding my teeth the whole time. One of the neighbors called out to me, commenting on my “carefully measured steps”. Yeah, really, carefully measured indeed – because my knee did not work right.

I don’t know if this is about getting old, or just a temporary thing that will get better on its own, or something that will end up killing me.

Also, our son hurt his wrist pretty badly while snow-boarding in our back yard. We haven’t taken him to see a doctor (because pandemic and we are trying to minimize going places) and we are waiting to see if it will (hopefully) get better on its own. My dad took a look at it (he was a doctor back in the USSR) – he thought it looked like a sprain. So… we’ll give it until early next week and then will decide what to do.

So yes, rough week.

Also, I am in a reading slump. Usually, books are a great way to relax for me (escapism? Yes, please!) but I just can’t seem to find anything that works right now. I started “American Spy” – it’s good but not super-engrossing. I tried a couple of romance novels – yuck, apparently that is not the kind of escape I need at the moment.

And yet – the snow is beautiful, our snow sculptures haven’t melted yet, and I am hoping that (knee-permitting) we can go on some winter hikes this weekend.