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(Knee) Joint Ventures

by Lillian Csernica on February 13, 2017


Finally scheduled the physical therapy for my sprained knee. Here is yet another excellent example of “Be careful what you wish for.”

Those of you who have had physical therapy will know what happens first, especially with a joint problem. The physical therapist (PT) works the joint to see where the mobility issues are and just how serious your discomfort levels may be. In short, you spend the first fifteen minutes being tortured while your PT gets the lay of the land, so to speak.


My PT explained and demonstrated the exercises she wanted me to do in order to help heal the ligaments and get the knee cap realigned. No problem there. One exercise involves a rolling pin. That one I really must use in a story somewhere.

Now for the weird part. A nice young man wheeled in a machine on par with a fast food cash register that included an ultrasound gadget and one for infra red light. Ultrasound can break up scar tissue. I had no idea. The infra red light promotes healing. Don’t you just love science?


For me, they brought out the electrodes. One pair above my knee, one pair just below. This is where my anxiety spiked. I know what those kind of electrodes do, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. As much as the tech assured me this procedure was designed to reduce my pain level, I wasn’t buying it. Sure enough, Step One would be “adjusting the level to suit my needs.”

Translation: Finding out how much I could take before my muscles spasmed and I started swearing.

Ever seen Showdown in Little Tokyo? Dolph Lundgren, Brandon Lee, Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa, and Tia Carrere. WARNING: Our Heroes do start swearing.

You see where I’m going with this, right?

It got even weirder when my PT wrapped my knee in an ice pack. So first it feels like I’ve got all these little needles jabbing me, then the ice pack helped numb the area. Even so, when the tech tinkered with the voltage I freaked out, laughing like a maniac. It TICKLED. Sounds funny? It wasn’t. I kept doubling up, working my non-existent six-pack, laughing until I thought I’d have an asthma attack.

My PT said to the tech, “I think she’ll be low level.” Gosh, ya think so?


The tech adjusted the voltage, then set the timer for about ten minutes. My PT told me to yell if I needed anything.  Then the tech offered me this silly piece of comfort:

“Now remember, this machine cannot hurt you.”

Really? Tickle torture, muscle spasms, and making it hard to breathe? All that didn’t count as “hurting” me?

I survived the ten minutes without too much discomfort. To be fair, for the rest of the evening my knee did feel better. My PT said she expects to see improvement in six weeks, so I’ve got six more sessions. I confess I’m hoping I can do without the electrodes VERY soon!




Filed under bad movies, doctors, frustration, Goals, hospital, Lillian Csernica, specialists, therapy

The Benefits of a Bad Mood

by Lillian Csernica on June 17, 2014


Tonight I’m working on a chapter of the Japanese novel written from the POV of my hero, Tendo Kazuhiro.  He’s in a very bad mood.  His real state of mind behind the stoic facade of a samurai is depression and sporadic bouts of anger.  He is not happy about living in exile as a ronin.  He is not happy about how he was betrayed by men he thought were his friends, men who got him drunk and then sent him into the path of an enemy whom they knew would draw on Tendo and force Tendo to kill him.

Now he’s gotten himself into another fine mess.  This English girl raised in Japan to speak perfect Japanese and become the highest rank of courtesan has run away from the corrupt samurai who owns her.  Fate brings her right across Tendo’s path at a moment when he either saves her or abandons her to (in his mind) almost certain death.  Being a decent guy, he rescues her.  Now he has put his life in danger by helping a foreigner, which is strictly against the martial law of the Tokugawa Shogunate.  If anybody finds out he’s hiding her inside the broken-down hunter’s shack where he lives, the entire village nearby could be in danger because Tendo makes his living acting as their one-man security force against bandits and ronin like himself.

Yuriko is the English girl.  Tendo has never seen a Western woman.  He’s amazed to discover she’s so beautiful, so graceful.  He’s lonely, he’s a healthy twenty-six year old man, and he wants her.  And yet he knows he can’t touch her.  She is under his protection.  She is a walking death sentence.  Even if he keeps her hidden long enough to hand her over to the lord of his clan, once he does that he’ll never see her again.  So he knows he cannot allow himself to develop any kind of feelings for her, any kind of attachment.

Put all that together and he’s in a very bad mood.

The advantage to a bad mood is simple.  Push a character far enough and he or she will stop caring about maintaining whatever public face his or her life requires.  Then the character will think the forbidden thoughts, consider the forbidden options, and maybe even act on them.  You get to show the reader what your character really thinks and feels.  No filters.  No etiquette restrictions.  Ever had a day when you wanted to say exactly what you think?  To spit out the naked truth?  It feels good, but it usually has consequences.

Consequences make for good storytelling.

When you push your character so far that he or she has dropped the mask and is now simply reacting from a place of pain, other characters can step in and manipulate your main character by offering him or her options that will make it stop hurting.  Some are short term, some are long term, and some could make the pain even worse.

When your main character just can’t take it anymore, he or she is vulnerable.  Dangerous.  Weak?  Maybe.  Reckless?  That’s possible.  You get to decide who or what will push your main character in the direction that will advance your story.  I’m about to throw Tendo into the shark tank.  He will act on impulse and make a bad decision, one that will have serious consequences for both him and Yuriko.

I love my job!

http://www.cathykeaton.tumblr.com/ Kazuki Kitamura in “Neko Zamurai”



Filed under Depression, fantasy, Fiction, Goals, history, Japan, love, romance, Self-image, Writing