You know what a cankle is, right? Well, I'm not sure if there is a word for a knee version of a cankle, but whatever the name, I have one. Apparently some sort of spidey decided to take a bite out of my knee this afternoon while I was outside putting more woodpecker suet in the feeder. And I'm allergic to bee stings/spider bites. Now my right knee is swollen and has red welts all over it. Good thing I am not a knee model or I would be so out of a job.
With Epipen in hand, I headed to my 1:15pm tennis lesson. All went well though I felt a little dizzy and nauseous at times. That being the case, I felt justified asking to skip the polymetric (i.e. jumping as fast as you can) portion of my lesson. Instead I got an introduction to doubles hand signals which I find completely fascinating. Now I just have to get them all straight: Go! Stay! Fake! (I wonder if there's a handle signal for "Don't get bitten by a bug"? Frantic waving of hand left-to-right maybe?)
During my evening match with Janie, she kindly offered to have someone or something crawly bite my other knee in an effort to get a leg up on me. I very politely declined her offer and managed to pull through before calling it a night. Incidentally, Janie is a RN and after taking a look at my nankle suggested I take a Benadryl before going to bed, so that's what I did. I hardly ever take medication, so I feel pretty loopy right now. With that in mind, please excuse this blog post if it is lame or makes no sense. I remain optimistic I'll be player ready in time for my 9am match tomorrow over at Aquaclub with Karen K.
One final thought: Each day seems to improve upon the one before it. And really, I wonder, who could ask for more?
Tina signing off.
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