Rampidbyter Rampid byter: A byte of my .Net developing life.

It’s rough when you can’t drive. This is the second work day I’ve not been able to get to work on my own volition. I woke up a little late this morning because, lets face it, and it’s hard to sleep on your back balancing an ice bag on your knee. One wrong twist and the bag falls off removing the needed numbing cold, and often spilling freezing cold contents onto other exposed areas near the afflicted area.

I got ready as fast as I could, which is still half the speed of normal, and made my way to the truck. I packed my necessities, rolled up towel, ice bags, pain pills, three 20oz drinks, and pop tarts. When I made it out to the truck I got in, after shoving my non-compliant knee into the position to make it through the door of the cab. I shoved the leg over near the gas pedal, and I sat there for a moment feeling the strain from just getting in the cab.

I then tried to use the pedal with my bum leg. I lifted to the gas, ok, that seemed to work, and then I tried to shift my foot to the brake. Um, ok, it’s half way there, come on a little more, and then I realized it was hopeless. I tried this enough before when my leg was pre-op and those times I had to lift my leg to and from the brake, and how in an emergency I’d pretty much be guaranteed to hit someone. I had an incident in the parking lot at the client site where a guy got pretty lucky I was on the ball. I stopped but I think I gave him a little scare, but I guess that’s what you get for jay-walking in front of an F150 since they don’t stop on a dime as is. I was only going 10 mph anyway, but still.

So again today I’m at the mercy of friends and family to get me around. I was told that Monday would be the day I’d be driving again, but I guess that’s a perfect world. I have therapy again tonight so we’ll see what’s going on. The weird thing lately is the top of my knee has been very hot to the touch. I was sitting here working yesterday, sat my hand on my knee to give it a rub, and it was hot. I was confused since my other knee was nowhere near that hot, and of course my might as well be doctor girlfriend tells me she thinks it’s infected. Wouldn’t that be the luck I have? Anyway, maybe I’ll find out later.