While I always thought it was strange that someone would have a bucket of cow manure, the lesson was not lost on me, and this week I felt like the guy that did the stepping.
My knees have been giving me fits for the last few months. When I get up in the morning, they squeak and click. I’ve seen a few doctors, one of which shot my knees full of some kind of medicine, using a needle that looked as big as a kindergarten pencil. I’m here to tell you that was not fun.
Another doctor prescribed some medication that fights inflammation, and it did seem to help for a few days, but that old familiar pain returned. It still felt like a toothache, except it was in my knees.
Jilda, who is AAD (almost a doctor) has been telling me for months to try acupuncture. I’ve used acupuncture before when my back was giving me fits, and it did help. Now that I think of it, I haven’t had a problem with my back since then.
I decided to go to the local chiropractor/acupuncture specialist and finally I’ve found a specialist that understands the problem and has prescribed therapy that’s just right for my condition.
After a session of acupuncture and electric stimulation therapy, my knees did feel better.
As I settled up at the front desk, the doctor instructed me to apply cold compresses to my knees.
Just then, an idea flashed in my brain as bright as a lightening strike. This news was too good to be true. Bear with me, because this gets complicated.
I reasoned that the water flowing out from Smith Dam where I fly fish is 52 degrees and colder most of the year.
When you fly fish, you wade out waist deep in the frigid water, so as it turns out, my doctor prescribed fly fishing for my ailing knees. Well not really, but even a simpleton could make this connection — the icy waters of the Sipsey Fork of the Black Warrior River is at least as good for my knees as a cold compress. I could have hugged her neck. It was almost like hitting the lottery!
Now Jilda is one of the kindest, most caring people on the planet but I feared I might be “dancin’ with the devil” trying to slide this idea by her.
So I did some rehearsing — “Yes dear, I’d love to cut the grass, and weed the garden, but it’s time for my cold therapy.”
Turns out, she wasn’t a hard sell at all, so the next morning I went for knee therapy. It’s tough, but I’m willing to go the extra mile to get my health back.
I figure by the end of the year, I should have knees like a 20 year old. Is this a great country or what.
Honey, I’m going fishing today — doctor’s orders.