Crash day...

I declare today a crash day.  Not Doing Nuttin I Dun Hafta.

Frankly, I'm tired, it all hurts, and fuck it.  For today.

Yesterday, nine days out from the new knee, was a 'busy' day.  PT in the morning, which goes quite well.  To be honest, the ride back and forth hurts enough to leave me shaking.  The actual PT is not bad compared to the car ride.   After PT, race home to pick up a pistol and meet up at the local GS to complete a sale (Hey.... I need the money, ya know?).   After THAT..... some asshat suggested we go out to lunch.   Beer and meat pies... whoo hoo.

I hadn't really understood how much a big surgery can take out of a person.  The energy reserves are scary thin just now.   It has also left me surprised how little I knew about actual hurt.

I think the PT is a breeze because I'm anticipating most of what the torture-man can think of, and already doing it at home.  Pushing the envelope fairly often, with the goal of pain=gain when it comes to movement and re-building muscle.

I'll do the stairs and get a shower, once Herself is home to backstop any catastrophes, but that's about it for the day.