I was always avoiding stairs, going for walks, anything that would get my knee going. I remember that when my daughter graduated college I could barely walk around the campus. It was terrible and I felt so guilty. My knee was really putting a cramp in my life.
I ended up moving to Sarasota in 2009 and my daughter moved to Connecticut. I was pretty active swimming in the pool, kayaking, working and things were pretty good for a while. Over a period of a few weeks I started getting really tired. I mean really really tired. I thought I was depressed since I could not get up off the couch and was sleeping so much. Even though I was working, my knee hurt and I was so exhausted all the time. On my doctor's advice, I started taking antidepressants. They didn't really help but I took them anyway, switching from Prozak to Lexapro back to Prozak since it was a lot cheaper. I'm still taking those but I'm starting to wonder if I should.
When I went up to visit Miranda at Thanksgiving 2011 my knee was pretty bad ... she lived on the first floor and I was walking up the stairs a few times a day. I hobbled around her pretty little town and she drove me around seeing the sights. I was like an old lady!!!!! By the time I got back my knee had just exploded with pain. Miranda made me promise to go to the doctor so I went.
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