Ow.

It will be a week ago tomorrow morning that I twisted my knee. Well, I am assuming I twisted my knee. I was on my way to the bus when I hit a patch of ice and went down. Left foot hit the ice and kept going while the right leg twisted underneath me. I have fallen on the ice before, so I was more concerned with the indignity of it rather than being injured. As it turns out, this one time, the embarrassment was far less pain than the injury itself.

It is getting better, but slower than I would like. While it hurts to stand up and walk, it's not excruciating pain like it was last week. I can stand up without too much help from bracing myself on other things and such. It still hurts like a bitch every now and then, though. I've tried using ace bandages, but they just felt like they were cutting off my circulation if I put them on tight enough so they didn't fall down around my ankles. *sigh*

This is one of those times that I get irritated with myself too. I know I'm overweight. I know this is affecting my joints and will get worse if I don't do something about it. I don't want to be one of those housebound people, but at the same time, I can't seem to change the things I know I need to change. Logically in my head, I know if you don't use it, you lose it. This goes for your body parts as well as your brain, but I still find myself easily slipping into habits that are destructive. I consider myself an intelligent person, but man am I stupid sometimes.