Just when I thought that my poor debilitated left thigh has experienced all sorts of pain in the last month... in every moan and groan, wince and whinge that has escaped my mouth, some new cringe comes in and rocks the boat. Immobility has been a constant source of frustration for me and you will see me rant about that ever so often in my blog.
Though it has led to many a sleepless night and me shedding precious tears, my beckoning for PAIN has raised my roof of resilience somewhat. And yet not quite so.
Now I simply take the experience in.
As in, "Pain, knock yourself out." And I tell myself, that the orthopedic surgeon had said three months.
So I'm 30 days down. And I do feel a bit better.
I still am on painkillers. I tried taking myself off, but the pain has caused discomfort
Still, I am very thankful for the few and far between progresses I've been making in the last fortnight or so.
I am able to control the downward motion of my left leg. And I try to walk it out without the skipping instinct that my left leg has routinely succumbed to.
As in, "Pain, knock yourself out." And I tell myself, that the orthopedic surgeon had said three months.
So I'm 30 days down. And I do feel a bit better.
I still am on painkillers. I tried taking myself off, but the pain has caused discomfort
Still, I am very thankful for the few and far between progresses I've been making in the last fortnight or so.
I am able to control the downward motion of my left leg. And I try to walk it out without the skipping instinct that my left leg has routinely succumbed to.
Oh when does it end? When do I walk without crutches again?
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