January 8th, 2011

I wake up, hoping once more that my knee will be fine, but the dull pain that turns sharp as soon as I twist my leg inward, returns. My husband has some business to take care of in San Francisco so I stay home with my two younger kids. They do the best they can to be helpful and I appreciate their efforts and concern. I feel diminished. I’ve never been hurt before. I ice my knee although I hate the ice pad. I use the crutches and I go to bed with a swollen knee around 10:30pm.