Cranky . . . I’m understandably cranky – post-op and still in pain. Honestly I thought I’d have the op, fix my knee and be pain free. But I’m in as much pain as I was before the op. Add to that the news that I won’t be able to run anymore. I sat there, lump in throat, glaring at the doctor and wondered what the heck I had the op for.

What followed were some very dark hours, until I regained some perspective. Fact: I still have both legs and can walk. I’m alive and well and should be grateful for having all my limbs and most of my senses. After speaking to some very smart and kind people I was reassured that the Doc was being over cautious and covering his own ass by trying as best to prevent any further injury or complaints. I was further convinced that after a decent rest period, and the right exercises, that I’ll be up and running my much loved half marathons again. But for the time being, all I had to exercise was patience. Easier said than done, most days.

And very difficult on days like today, when the darker the sky outside gets with rain clouds, the worse the pain in my knee gets. I’m really not aging gracefully.

 

Patience and perspective. Oh and positivity. That’s what I need to remember. And I guess prayer. I think praying would definitely help.

Can I have an AMEN?