Physical therapy was brutal last Wednesday. Since my leg felt tight, which means it is scarring down as expected, they had me side stepping over cones. Just so you know, it's the sideways motion that puts all the stress on the MCL and side stepping was definitely physically painful, but even more so, it was mentally painful.
I've been experiencing some pain in my knee around the medial line, or joint between the tibia and femur. The therapist thinks it's most likely cartilage scarring that I am feeling and not my damaged meniscus. All I know is that I actually did work through the pain of it at therapy and was able to push ahead and complete all the exercises.
I left therapy, donning a pair of jeans and strapping on my leg brace, Marc and I ventured into Walmart. Never in my life did I think I would celebrate walking into Walmart. For me, yesterday was a physical and mental achievement. It's been 7 and a half weeks since I wrecked my knee and I have reached my goal of going shopping in a store by Christmas.
To prove to myself that Wednesday's achievement wasn't a fluke, I headed into town with 3 of the 4 kids today. I drove as it had snowed about 2 inches and the roads were a smidge icy, otherwise I would have let Madison drive. Anyhow, I managed to get out of the car and into the store on the icy, snowy pavement without falling and commenced with shopping. I felt like Sheena, Queen of the Jungle after conquering this battle.
You know, I still walk with a pronounced limp and a gimpy kind of gait, but I'm grateful for being able to ease some of the load from Marc. He's been a Super Trooper these last 7 weeks. Not only has he taken almost everyday off these last 49 days, but he's picked up all of the household duties. Today when he called from work to see how things were going, he said that his work day is MUCH easier than my days and he isn't nearly as wiped out as he was doing my chores at home. It's good to know that he now has a full appreciation for everything I do here to keep us living life as picture perfect as a Home and Garden magazine. Sheesh, about time he lived my chaotic days!
I sure hope Marc picks something up for dinner on his way home. I'm whipped from shopping! I love being back to 'almost' normal!