Two weeks, as of tomorrow.
My Wild 'N Crazy goal for today.... stand at the kitchen sink and do all the dishes. Maybe cook something for lunch.
That will let me stretch the beastie out, and move weight on and off. Also.... potatoes. I Likes Potatoes.
Today I'm moving with just the one crutch. It's slowing me down, but forcing the walking motions to happen. Each stage is almost the epitome of two steps forward, one step back. Each morning I wake up with a head full of "TODAY I WILL!!!!" and an hour later I'm in the chair, leg up, wondering what the fucking hell I was thinking.
I suspect if I took the Narcs as prescribed, it would dull the pain enough I could push harder. Several downsides to that, though. I'm already pushing the envelope a bit in recovery. Every once in a while the knee lets me know.... just one step too far. Also, at 56 years old I simply don't need another addiction. Bourbon, cigars, and gluttony already fill my budget nicely.
I had hoped to be out walking a little today. It might still happen... might. Let's see if I handle doing dishes first.

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