I am sitting here on my couch, leg propped up, looking out of my window at the joggers flying by. It is sort of depressing. I never loved running, but I do miss it, yet even if my knee feels 100% better after this, it would be foolish to put that kind of stress on a surgery that probably has a shelf life.
Rather than dwelling on what I can't do, I will instead be attempt to be proud of myself for the fact that I am sitting downstairs instead of up in bed. I am down to one crutch, which means I can carry my own cup of coffee over to the couch. Yesterday I went to music class with the girls, and the day before I managed to go to school pick up. These are HUGE milestones, considering I was told that this surgery is incredibly difficult to recover from. Each thing I am able to do means I am one step closer to being able to take care of my girls again.
So no, I will never be out there jogging on a Saturday morning, but by the time my daughter starts sports camp in July, I bet I am able to walk to the park with her, and that is pretty amazing too.
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