Thankyou for the comments.
I feel better today. More normal, almost like nothing happened. I had a good day at work, it was all fine. I laughed, worked, made the odd offbeat/inappropriate joke.
I am sitting in front of Undercover Boss USA. It is a sad, sad show, so I might just change over to Big Bang dvds.
I went to the sports doc today about my knee. I have had patellar crepitus (a disconcerting audible crunch in my kneecap) when walking up and down stairs ever since trailwalker. Worse during/after the trip. And sore.
I have a bit of a arthritis phobia – I see all of the horrible end stages of osteoarthritis all of the time, and I worry that crunch may precede seizing up and incapacity.(ie usual hypochondria related to being a doc)
It turns out that the significance of patellar crepitus is unclear – sometimes arthritis develops, sometimes not. I have some irritability in the patello-femoral joint also (just in the left). He gave me some info on knee taping too.
I just need to do what he told me last time – mix it up a bit, don’t smash it. I feel a bit silly. But oh well. I didn’t think I would get an appointment so early, I thought I would have to wait till after Christmas. Nowadays, you need to get a referral from a GP for the sports doc(but I got to refer myself, thankyou very much).
180 degree change in topic – I love Frankie magazine. It is full of actual good stuff to read. Stuff from Marieke Hardy, who is the cutest, funniest, prettiest little thing (who can cuss like a sailor and is generally very wickedly funny). I told her that I loved her when I met her. Not love in a romantic way. Just in a pinchy cheeks and big hug way. NOTHING about which celebrity is boning which, nor who lost weight. Nothing about weight loss. I have made it a point never to buy a weight loss magazine or book again. I have not bought one for a couple of months now. Part of my mental health conservation plan.