So my knees are better. I think. So far so good. I think some vacay time did them well. (But I don't think the hiking and geocaching was so good to them.)
The thing is, Joe and I have started running in the mornings. I was very gung-ho and felt great. During one morning run, I noticed that my left knee hurt a bit. Not enough to make me stop though. Later in the day it got worse and worse.
We couldn't run the next morning because Joe had to work very late the night before and didn't come home until nearly 1 a.m. I knew we'd skip that run and I was okay with it. Kind of. After getting out of bed, I realized my knee was killing me. I tried to nurse it back to health by myself with ibuprofen. I didn't know exactly what was wrong with it, but I was thinking ligaments. The doctor thought it was bone. Either way, a few days after the injury he gave me new meds and told me I could run in five days.
Five days came and went. I could barely walk. Ten days came and went and I barely felt better. On the eleventh day I felt some slight improvement and they have been getting better since. (Still having issues with my right knee though.)
So on Monday morning Joe and started running again. Just three or four days a week (for now). I decided to ice my knees and take ibuprofen upon our arrival home, just in case. I had bought an ice blanket, cut it into two strips and used them. They work great, but I was not loving the towels I was using to cover them. They just wouldn't do.
Every ice pack needs a pretty cover, right? Well, that's what I decided 7 a.m. this morning as I plopped down on the sofa.
I rummaged through my vintage sheet scraps and made two covers. I lined each with white cotton because the sheets are, well, sheets and thin.
They are actually quite long. Each strip is 18" long. This one is 6" wide and the smaller one is 3" wide.
All in a morning's work.