Landmark!

A fairly major landmark in my eyes, dammit.

Since the surgery on the 15th, I've been making due with washcloth 'baths'. Part of it was terror that I'd somehow undo the work Doctor Grosso had done, layered in with the fears of falling and being trapped here while I was alone. Each day, it's been a bit more aggravating to me; building up as the frustration mounted.

I got a shower today. No brace, no wrappings, just me & the water & the soap & the shampoo. Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition, I'm clean. :p A bit sore, but I'm clean. I've gotten dried off enough to get the knee wrapped again; I've gotten paranoid about doing everything possible to keep it from swelling. I've got a physical therapy appointment later this afternoon, and I'm hoping for final clearance to be able to drive again.

I don't deal well with being penned up.

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*broad smile*

Tuesday, the measurements said I was at 56degrees of mobility for the repaired knee.

Today, those same measurements came up at 118degrees, and the therapist just watched with wide eyes as I pushed weight and repititions up on all of the exercises... starting with 15 minutes on the step machine at twice the resistance (6) with minimal winding, as opposed to Tuesday's 9 minutes at 3... and panting as I got off the machine.

I'm tired of being trapped. I'm tired of being broke. I'm tired of being crippled. I'm tired of living out of other people's pockets. I'm tired of seeing a nice trinket and having to always turn away. I'm tired of never being able to leave home because I've got just enough fuel to get to doctor appointments. I'm tired of rotting away.

*snickers at herself* Not tired enough to be able to say 'no' to that pint of Ben & Jerry's Uncanny Cashew, though. Gotta work on that one. :p But everything else I bought at the store was basic foodstuffs for the last few days I'm here, and I wanted a treat. So there. *thbt*

Anyway, I'm gonna go... heh... probably to bed. Sleepy cabbit. Long day. G'nite.