Feeling a lot better this evening. My cats are cute and I finally have some art on the go that I think I'll finish this side of Christmas xDDD
In September 2008 I tore my anterior cruciate ligament (according to my husband. To my recollection the people at the hospital never 'fessed up to which one(s) I tore but he is now working on a project related to knees so he knows all about them now). I had an operation, had to keep it straight for 6 weeks, then had to get it to bend again. I was off work for four months, I couldn't do anything, go anywhere except to physio in a taxi, etc etc. I had physio for a few months then the therapist basically said there was nothing more she could do for me, and that I could continue exercising on my own.
I was never able to extract any hint of where I should be after how long from anyone at the hospital. I naively thought after my operation in October that I'd be fine again by Christmas. I really wasn't, but I had zero idea of what to expect. One person (an assistant filling in for my regular physio) actually said to me 'it's been 6 weeks... don't you think you should be able to bend it more by now?' I was like 'I have no idea. That's why I'm not a physiotherapist.' So I don't know how much better I will get. I can walk, but my knee is still stiff and I worry about it all the time, and sometimes that gets me down. When I am walking to work, I am acutely aware that one false step could land me back in hospital.
Most of my life is great ^^ I have lost a lot of weight over the past year, now live in a nice house with a garden, have two lovely kitties and a lot of blessings to count. But sometimes, it's hard to have a proper perspective on how blessed I am. Thank you for your support during those times