Also elevation and rest and ice.

Some weeks ago, I ordered new pajamas, and in doing so, decided to add a pair of joggers to my order. I done it largely on impulse, thinking that maybe I'd have use for them at some point in the future, that it'd be nice to have a new pair of workout pants, especially for winter, and mostly because it seemed like a nebulously good idea to have them and the bear was adorable.

Today it paid off, because I can wear them to physical therapy.

This morning I called the doctor's office and got an appointment for the afternoon. In the exam room, the doctor listened, nodded, observed the remaining bruises, moved my leg for me, pressed her fingers to it up and down, and said that because of where the pain was, and because the injury was over the bone, while it probably wasn't a fracture she wanted an x-ray to be certain. And that the x-ray would be happening in three to four weeks.

In the meantime, though, because it's likely a ligament injury that would respond well to targeted exercises to help repair and strengthen it to help the healing process, I'm starting physical therapy.

Again.

The same place as where I went when I hurt my knee going out dancing, the same staff I recognized from the last time I was there, the same familiar layout and flooring. The same problem to be addressed, down to it being the same knee.

It's only been about three years. Not all that long, really. I guess I live a wild life.