Tripping Up and Rolling On
I created a feast for my regional group of the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA) that was five courses, 25 dishes. Most of the recipes I used were my own recipes, adaptions (or redactions) of recipes that were in existence pre-1600. And then, with the help of friends, I executed this feast for about 90 people last Saturday.
I was exhausted after I did that. So much so that when I went to pick up my dog from my mother-in-law’s house, I tripped over some perfectly flat piece of concrete and somehow managed to sprain my knee. Yup, spent my whole weekend around sharp objects and fire (gas ovens and stoves) and didn’t hurt myself once (okay, the small burn I can’t even remember getting on the back of my right hand doesn’t count), but I get home safely and then trip over … the ground.
Seriously. Who does that?
Apparently, I do.
Since I’ve had knee injuries before in both knees (the right knee had a meniscus tear in 1999, and the left knee had a dislocated patella in 2000, but because I didn’t have insurance it became really complicated and finally had a reconstruction surgery for it in 2007), I decided not to chance it and went to the doctor. Well, that, and because it’s my right knee, and by the time I finished driving home I was in excruciating pain.
The doctor has diagnosed it as a sprained knee, with a possible meniscus tear, but we won’t know for sure about that for a couple of weeks. And he told me to stay off of it for a week to two weeks.
Did I mention I have another event for the SCA over Labor Day weekend? And this one is a camping trip.
I hope that I won’t be in so much pain by the time I go camping, but decided to plan ahead. In case I am, I thought maybe I could rent a wheelchair. A standard wheelchair like the one in the picture is going to be okay for most of the terrain I’ll be wheeling myself through, and the parts that aren’t I can get some transport to where I want to go.
I didn’t realize how easy it would be to rent a wheelchair. Or how frustrating.
I called up the local medical supply place, and they have chairs for rent, at a reasonable price even. Huzzah! And when I asked if they had large chairs available for fat people, the lady on the other end of the phone told me they had a chair with a 20″ seat.
Now, I realize that 20″ is more roomy than the standard airplane seat these days, but that’s a standard wheelchair seat size and just a bit too small for my behind.
I tried again. “No, I need bigger, as I’m fat. I don’t mean fat like supermodels think they are fat, I mean really fat, as in obese.”
“Oh! I have a 24″ seat, that’s rated up to 400 pounds.”
Thank you. Now we’re speaking the same language.
I hope I won’t need to use it, that the pain will be a low enough level that I can manage without it. Because even with a comfortable wheelchair, it’s a pain trying to push oneself over grass and dirt. I know because I used a wheelchair for six months before and after the knee reconstruction surgery on my left knee at the end of 2007. The tile floors in malls are awesome to wheel over, concrete is not bad, packed dirt is okay, but ya gotta always be watching for rocks. The best ground where I’ll be camping is going to be packed dirt.
And at least, with the appropriate equipment, I’ll be able to attend the event, instead of having to stay at home.