Bit of a challenge, being grateful today. Because—I dunno what happened at my PT on Friday, but feels like a lot of my recovery progress took a 180 turn. Before the session, I was zipping up and down stairs fine, but when I got back, I had to revert to step-pull, step-pull in both directions. Moreover, I could not kneel or put weight on the bent knee, so I had to cancel my yoga lesson. You cannot know what a loss that is to me. And I cannot in any way perform a reverse clamshell (lie on side with knees and ankles stacked; lift ankle, pivoting on knee). Can. Not. Do. It.
I’m six weeks
out from the surgery and still hobbled, which is not the experience I had with
the first one. I’m pissed off, I’m worried and I really, really do not
like pain.
I can, however,
walk. And I walked over to the corporate campus next door and discovered that
the sacred lotus in one of the ponds is having a bumper year. I mean—seems like
the most I’ve seen since I’ve been here.
So I’m letting
their beauty fill my consciousness, grateful that they’re here to greet me when
I haul my sorry ass out.
That’s not
nothing.
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