Physical Therapy yesterday, while exciting and I felt very accomplished, pushed me over my limit a bit. Last night was the first time since the original injury that I was in tears from the pain. The words to describe what it was like last night won't do it justice, and nothing good will come from trying to figure out how to put it all in words.
Let's just say awful.
Perhaps one good thing about being 45 and a life long athlete is that I know and trust that all things will pass. I knew that I was not going to be in pain forever, that eventually it would subside and, slowly it would get better.
Eventually I slept, woke at 4:00 and laid quietly, enjoying the fact that my pain level was closer to a 3 than a 7.
Today I realized that this is the last week with having someone around all of the time. We had planned for 3 weeks of care, I need to start experimenting with what I can do for myself. I am so grateful for friends and family who have been able to arrange their lives and schedules to be here.
For now, I will do little things, take deep breaths, remember to have faith in my body and spirit and keep an eye on the prize.
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