February 24th, 2011

Exactly four weeks ago, I was having surgery.
I’d like to walk without a brace of course but I must say that I feel 200% times better than I did four weeks ago or even three weeks ago. Progress is slow but there.
The sun is warm here in the foothills. A storm is announced for this Saturday. Hard to believe when I see the daffodils poking their shy but determined green stems. Some of them are already in bloom. I hope too much rain won’t damage them. If it snows, they will die.
We got snow early spring a couple of years ago and I lost some plants and the daffodils.
I go grocery shopping today with my husband and it is nice to walk around the aisles without a crutch. I push the cart so it gives me some support and since I can bend my knee a little, I can use the bottom rack of the cart to rest my leg while my husband shops for a good steak for tonight.
I did my exercises this morning and iced my knee before shopping. I am doing so much better with the dangle of my knees which is funny since it was my most disliked exercise for the longest time. I feel some tenderness in my lower leg when the shopping is done and remove my brace in the car while my husband loads the trunk.
Back home, I help him to put the groceries away and then I ice my knee. I feel already better.
My mom calls and it’s nice to get to talk with her. I guess she’d like to see how I’m doing. It’s the hardest part when you leave your native country. Not being able to stop by and see how your family is doing.
We have a late sushi lunch and it’s time to get the kids from school. Tomorrow there is the annual high school performing art show at the Saroyan Theater. I was supposed to be in charge of the show with a good friend of mine but of course I had to bail out. I’m disappointed but tomorrow I don’t want to miss my two kids on stage.
I’m already thinking of my clothes. It’s a challenge to be stylish with a leg brace. I’m hesitating between wearing the brace above or under my pants. I have two pairs of wide legs black pants that should work and I could pick a cropped jacket to match. I still have my trusty black Nike sweatpants of course.
But again, French women don’t go to the show wearing sweat pants. Even when they are black.