Horrible night. I wish I had another bed downstairs so my husband could sleep. I can’t have my knee quiet for more than an hour and a half or so. I have to switch position and they are limited. Sleeping on my stomach, which is my favorite way, is hard since it hurt my kneecap. So I end up, moving from one position to another until the alarm wakes me up at 6:00 am.
The good news is that I am able to sleep for a couple of hours, elevating my leg on a pillow. I ice my knee and take a shower. I feels better as soon as I’m on my feet which I guess eliminates any risk of clogging.
I am considering seriously this project for a French publishing company. It’s a great way to use French and English at the same time since the books they publish alternate chapters in the two languages. Pretty cool but challenging too.
I dread doing my leg exercises but I will eventually.
Today feels like winter again. Fog rolls in the valley and creeps toward the foothills. In a way, I’m glad since it gives me a good excuse to be inside.
I still miss my knee but I can see how people get used to an okay situation. After all, although I am limited in my whereabouts, I manage to move around and do a few things. A few more weeks and I would be afraid to accept my fate. I don’t know if it’s good or not to accept our limits. So far I have been good at pushing myself to regain strength. I remember each of my post partum and how I started abs and light exercise shortly after giving birth in order to regain fitness. I was good at it. I was also in my early 30s. It seems so much harder now that I am 50. Fear is a factor too so I hope my first physical therapy session will break the circle. I trust the MPT who took care of my pre surgery prep work. I’m sure he’ll provide good tips to encourage me to take risks without risk.
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