I spent a similar night, sleep cut with bouts of pain that is bearable but keeps me awake before drifting away for another couple of hours. By 6:30 am I’m fully awake but I made the mistake of leaving my brace too far and I don’t want to wake up my husband who needs a good night of sleep. So I wait patiently and dream of better days.
Tough when I stand up around 9. I should not stay in bed that long. My leg feels stiff and I dread my shower. I need a shampoo so I still do it. And I feel better after. The stiffness doesn’t ease much today.
The weather is gorgeous and I spend some time in the lounge chair on the patio. I avoid sun on my leg although I would love to suntan. I read the New York Times Sunday paper and part of a Grisham book. Not a recently published one but I find Grisham a great medicine. Between him and Ken Follett, time goes by fast. Literary critics may dislike the genre but they provide good quality entertainment and isn’t it the number one goal for a writer? Entertain your audience and they want more.
I do my exercises. Easier to do the straight leg raise even if I’m sure my face registers some pain. Impossible to do the quad, with the pressing of the knee down. The dangle of knees relaxes me and I apply my friend Wanda’s tip: breathe in through the nose and exhale through the mouth. She promised less pain, less heart pounding. I try, Wanda, I swear.
My goal is to walk as fluidly as possible with only one crutch when I show up to my first physical therapy on Wednesday afternoon. Also if I could master my three exercises, that would be great.
Tomorrow is another day, right?
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