My knee seems to have assumed some manner of independent existence. I catch myself referring to “us,” in the plural. My knee and I. We are doing well.
After my first week of PT, the knee has a 125 degree bend. I’m driving. Even got back into the pool for morning laps (minus scissors and frog kicks). The walker, crutches, and shower chair are all locked away in my storage unit. The knee is still pretty achy with lots of inflammation. And while I walk unassisted, I’m slower than a snail. PT exercises are some days tough enough to bring tears. But another 5 weeks of PT promises lots more progress. All in all, we are doing very well.
And with that, I’ll be ending this installment of my blog. I never meant for this to be a forum for chronicling ailment. Starting with Peace Corps, this was supposed to provide narration of travel adventures. And so it shall. Next time you hear from “Where in the World is Myra?,” I intend it to be all about some swell adventure to who-knows-where. Stay tuned. God, Covid, and my knee willing — I intend to be joyfully on the move.
Meantime, thanks for caring prayers and good wishes. Stay well and be happy. Blessings!