Saturday was busy, but pleasant; the members were in good moods. So it didn’t seem so awful.
What a difference a day makes.
Sunday was terrible, as everyone was cranky. Like literally everyone. The supervisors were irritable, the members were irritable, my coworkers were irritable, everyone was irritable, including me! I was bounced around from the door to the front end to cart sanitizing to the door. I’m surprised I could keep up with everything. Making it worse was the fact that my right knee was acting up again; I was in pain for the last half of my shift. Trying to sanitize carts was an absolute nightmare, as walking was hideously painful and running was out of the question.
Yeah, it wasn’t fun. Monday was slightly better.
We weren’t as busy yesterday and my knee felt somewhat normal. However, it did start stiffening up towards the end of the day and got extremely painful once I was done. I had an awful time walking around the house and I couldn’t get completely comfortable when I got into bed. Like, every time I thought my knee was fine, it would start aching out of nowhere.
Thankfully, I was off today. I tried to get as much rest as I could. I really hope it helps.
I did a little digging online and found it might be a meniscus tear, which could require anything from rest to surgery. Yay. I’ve also had a lot of pain and popping in my upper right arm; that might be a case of tendonitis. Again, I might just need rest or I may need some sort of physical therapy.
None of this shit developed while I was at the doors. Nope, it seems to have started when I was helping out up front. The tendonitis is probably from loading and unloading carts. The meniscus tear is probably from having to pivot and turn so quickly and so often.
I’m pretty pissed, as you can imagine. Shit like this developed while I was helping out on the front end. If I had stayed at the doors, then this might never have happened.
If it doesn’t get better, I’m telling my doctor and I’ll be getting her opinion. If she sends me to a specialist, fine. But I’m going to tell the specialist that this shit developed while I was helping out on the front end. That staying at the door would probably help me heal up a bit.
It’s worth a shot.