Yup, that was me yeaterday. Went to my first physical therapy appointment, took one look at Michelle, my trusted talented physical therapist (she’s a knitter), and burst into tears. I think the sleep deprivation hit. And the fact that I don’t control pain very well, grinning and bearing it, until I hit the wall. I haven’t had more than two stints of two hours of sleep at night since the surgery. I usually wake up with the feeling of extreme painful pressure behind my knee cap and my quads in tight spasm. I’ve had very little pain during the day, but nights have been torturous. I’ve birthed three babies, two without any drugs, how come this feels so horrible? Thank goodness daytime is good. It’s time for a dose of major pain killers.
I’m feeling much better today, especially after a massage, and now, getting in some blogging time. I followed a link to find out my name as a Christmas Elf and it came out appropriately:
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