I finished my course of PT for my patellofemosomethingorother today and I tried to come up with something profound to say about it, but all I can come up with is this:
My knee pain has gone from a 5/6 to a 2 (on a scale of Darn-I-nicked-myself-while-shaving to OMFG-there's-an-8-lb.-baby-exploding-out-of-my-lady-parts...at least that's the scale I was using). I'm able to squat down and grab a kid, a diaper bag, my purse, the umbrella, and someone's lunch bag that is inexplicably empty of food items but full of markers, empty DVD cases and 3 empty baby food jars (by the way has anyone seen Ry's lunch and/or Disc 2 of Season 1 of "Roswell"? Anyone?) without more than a momentary twinge. I can take the stairs without hugging the banister like it's a long-lost pal who's just offered to babysit. It's soooo much better.
And I get to run again! I got to take my first run in about 9 months this weekend. I was only allowed to go for 15 minutes...but I stretched it a bit to 19 minutes. Now, I'm allowed to do 20 minutes twice a week this week and if that feels good (good being a relative term, of course, when I'm talking about an activity that makes me feel like my lungs are going to explode) I'm allowed to bump it up to 3 times next week and so on and so forth until I'm running in the 2016 Olympic marathon (JUST KIDDING).
I cannot express to you how happy this makes me. Running is the only thing that turns off that death spiral my brain goes into when things are rough that says, "You're poor! Your kid is losing services! Your house is falling apart! You're never going to make a dime off your writing and you'll be LIVING IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER!" And...well...we've had some...challenges shall we say lately. This is going to be so good for my mental health!
That is all. I have no entertaining stories to tell today - just a large amount of glee. It is amazing what a (mostly) clean bill of health will do for a gal :).