I woke up this morning to the same knee pain I felt yesterday on the hike.
I limped down the stairs.
But then, I know! I thought. I will ice my knee on the way to work. That will help. That is, after all, what they recommend. They, they, the all-knowing they.
So I did. I drove to work with an ice pack tied onto my knee with a towel.
That turned out to be a huge mistake. Remember how, while hiking, it was sitting in the cold that made my knee hurt? So did icing it.
I almost had to call in a Search and Rescue team AGAIN to carry me on a stretcher into work. There was limping. There was whining.
And so I didn't do any stairs today (sob), even though my knee felt better once it warmed up. I feel like a sloth.
However! I did get an amazing package in the mail, filled with things from the Netherlands: plates and chocolate and stroop wafels and an alpaca shawl (actually from Peru) and pretty things to put on my wall.
A package of things from the Netherlands makes up for a whole lot of knee pain.
Also, now I know better: no ice. They are wrong.