I'm recovering very well. I'm walling without assistance or aids, driving, cooking; but I still get frustrated. Just as I think I'm doing great I hit a bump and feel as though I'm I'm not doing so great. Today's example, I was going to go to hear a friend sing at the Jazz Hall, something I always love. I didn't go because I felt terrible all day. I had a migraine, my knee was hurting more than it's hurt in weeks. I had so much medicine in my system there was no way I could drive. (Side note: I still have lingerings of the migraine.)
Oh well, five more weeks of physical therapy and I'll be great. Right?
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