Week 11: The Incident of the Pugnacious Pug
This morning I was walking as is my habit, hoping perhaps to meet up with another pleasant neighbor, when I passed by a hedge. This is a neighborhood of hedges, shrub borders, and other landscaping, and I have passed this particular hedge daily for a couple weeks now. It's quite innocuous, unlike the hedge around the corner which harbors a family of dive-bombing sparrows. So when I came to the end of the hedge I was caught completely by surprise to be lunged at by an animal intent on sinking its teeth into my right Achilles tendon.
Reflexes being what they are, when an unknown creature lunges at one, the body does what it must to survive. My survival instincts have always been acute. So I too lunged--in the opposite direction. My left leg, led by Lefty the Cranky Knee, powered the sideways retreat and took the full impact of a change in elevation as we ended up in the street. As retreats go, it wasn't particularly impressive, but it did the job. In getting a look at my opponent, I noticed the animal was 1) a pug, and 2) sported a leash. At the other end of the leash was a human who looked aggrieved that I had provoked his growling, ill-mannered pet.
I'm not sure if the pug or the man belonged to the house with the front lawn from which they'd emerged. Not that it mattered. I was off the sidewalk and into the street. Lefty's stellar maneuver (in combo with Righty's second push) had gotten us clear of danger. Lefty made a small whine of complaint, but I continued on my way. It seemed a good idea to put the growling pug and its surly owner behind me. A driveway later, Lefty ceased whining and settled back down to his usual "I'm a poor replaced knee and I'm never going to let you forget it" minor pain. Tell me something I don't know, Lefty. We finished our walk, made some tea, and settled in for some nice elevating and icing. It's our routine.
It's been a few hours and Lefty is a little sorer than usual. Not bad, hardly worse than any other of Lefty's "bad" days. But I think the unexpected movement made certain Lefty would not enjoy a good day today. I'll slap on some more ice and stay off my feet a bit.
On the plus side, it's good to know that in a pinch my knees behave like proper knees. If there's a need, they rise to the occasion. If my house catches fire, I'm betting I can run down the stairs (on adrenaline, all things are possible) and hot foot it out of the house. If there's an emergency in the grocery store or at the mall and I have to run for my life, I'm betting my knees will jog at the very least. I won't have to think about it. They'll just do what they can... and I'm realizing they can do a lot.
Just because they can do a lot, though, doesn't mean they should. They're still too new and tender to be subjected to some of the things they are mechanically capable of doing. The pugnacious pug was a complication I did not need. I would not willingly subject my new knees to sudden, unanticipated movements, abrupt changes in direction, and uneven elevations. I watch where I walk. I'm careful. But life is full of the unexpected... and if I'm going to go out in the world and interact with it, well, I guess I'm going to encounter these kinds of things.
Onward!