Foggy to clear

When I woke up this morning, I knew this: I was suffering some kind of setback with my knee and I was afraid to find out what the orthopedist would say when I visited him at 4 p.m. About three weeks ago, feeling on a healing upswing, I disembarked from a very late...

Knee as metaphor

I don’t often get personal in my Game Plan columns, but this week I learned a valuable lesson from a doctor visit regarding my injured knee and felt compelled to share. I write about fear a lot and it’s because I live a life — blessedly — where...

Of stillness and motion

Apparently I used to spend a fair amount of time dancing. Around my apartment. Subtly moving to a good song while working out at the gym. I realized this today because right now I can’t break out into random dance steps. The big fat brace on my knee says...

Passing through

So here’s what’s happening. My thoughts are very focused on death, not so much in a macabre way, but on death nonetheless. Ever since heading to the emergency room on Feb. 10 for what I now know is a medial meniscus tear in my left knee, I have been pretty...

Rocking my foundation

I despise talking about all things medical. Truly can take about three minutes of it before I glaze over and don’t hear anymore. I tend to want to just take care of things and not dwell. So, yes, I am way over talking about my left knee. Thought to possibly be a...