Think about it…at the beginning, everything was difficult. Everything hurt. Then, slowly, things began to improve. And I could do more. And I did. And I overdid it. And I had to back off. Two steps forward, one back. That seems to be the theme here.
The good news it's always forward motion even with the minor setbacks. I did it again the other day. I'm not sure what exactly I did, however. All I know is that my knee started to hurt. This time it was more than the previous times. This time, my knee ached anytime I moved it. It felt like the pain I had prior to surgery. Not good. So, lots of ice. Trying to stay off of it. That type of stuff.
And today, I feel a little bit better. My knee is still a little achy, but after a day of ice and laying on the sofa watching movies, it's better than it was. So, naturally, I start thinking of all that needs to be done. I need to clean this and that. And I need to pull the jungle of weeds that has invaded my garden since I've been gone. And put this away. And take that (heavy) bucket of paint to the waste disposal.
WHOA!!! Back down there, chickie!
I have to remember I can't do that. Not yet. Eventually I will be able to do all the things I could do before I injured myself. But I can't yet. It's frustrating, but I have to recognize my limits.