Over the past week I’ve had a lot of time on my hands (or rather time spent on my butt). With my knee being totally immobilized I pretty much spend my time in bed or in the big comfy chair in the living room, reading, writing, googling, doing lawyer work, backing projects on Kickstart (check these out — small batch chocolate, sealy caps, strong monkey bars (I really liked the name), Carianne Moore bag, micro fiber pocket squares, aloe water, burly bakers and potato salad), re-watching all of Ken Burns’ Civil War and playing on my iPhone. I feel like I’ve gone from being very busy to being stuck in the mud. I can’t even make a doctor’s appointment on my own because I need to be sure that I have some who can drive me to an from (“Mom, can you give me a ride to PT on Wednesday at 3 p.m. and then pick me up at 4 p.m., please?”). I’ve regressed from being 33 to being 13.
In addition to begging for rides and company, I’ve spent way too much time on the inter webs googling. A lot of my googling has involved search terms such as:
And on and on and on. Mentally I’m in a tough spot. The fastest way for me to get better is to do absolutely nothing. Nothing. Not even google pictures of what other people’s knees looked like after massive lacerations (note to others, this is not a good idea if you’re a bit squeamish, I regretted it once I did it). Yet doing nothing seems so antithetical to who and what I am. When there’s a problem, I triage it, develop a plan and attack. I don’t sit back and let time take its course. Something as simple as going to PT for an hour completely exhausts me. Not a good sign. So for now I’ve resigned myself to lots of sitting and laying and, on occasion, icing. On Thursday I have an appointment with the doctor to see if the stitches can come out. I’m hoping they can, but I am going to be okay if its another three or four days of letting the knee heel. There will be plenty of time work, now its time to rest.