Geek Habitat

Happy Easter Sunday!

AM: I’m doing well, but Justin’s been sick the past 36 hours or so — some kind of tenacious stomach bug. It figures that he’d have to spend one of his free weekends sick in bed.

I still find myself fiddling with my post-op knee and leg, and talking about it to anyone unfortunate enough to be in my company, but it’s therapeutic. I see improvement in the muscle definition — I have a teeny little quad “bump” outline that exhibits now when I do quad sets; my flexibility and comfort level with the knee and leg continues to improve. My scars are healing and can now handle my brace worn directly against them, without a Band-Aid as a buffer — good thing, too, because my Band-Aid budget was getting pretty discouraging!

I’ve walked less this week than I planned, but I figure my back-to-back PT sessions on Wednesday and Thursday offset that somewhat. I find myself doing more informal (I don’t count the reps) leg lifts, quad sets and hamstring curls whenever there’s an opportune moment, such as while I’m watching television or working on my laptop.

Around 9:30 PM: Justin’s doing better — not great, but better than the “Please, Lord, put me out of my misery, now!” way he was earlier. I was a bad wife and left the house this afternoon, with Justin’s approval, to get a 2 mile walk in before Monday. I’d been a bad, bad knee rehabber since PT on Thursday — hardly any self-guided excercises and two skipped walks since then.

I tweaked my knee a little on the walk, and after it was already a little angry at me, I was forced to play “human pylon” when two protective gear-laden 12-year-olds on overpowered motorbikes raced at me on the paved walking/jogging trail I was using. We all know how poor my lateral movement skills are, so I had a moment of terror wondering if I’d get out of their way quickly enough. I got out of their way, but not without boring a hole through their helmets with a glare of, “What the *ell do you think you’re doing riding those on a paved walking trail?! Happy Easter to you, too…morons!”