Y’all, I made a critical wrong choice. I KNOW as myself that I need sunshine and time outside. But when cedar is high and my allergies go insane, I chose to stay inside.
Based on the amount of mind I lost on Tuesday night, that was the WRONG MOVE.
I had worked a couple long days. It’s budget szn and there’s lots of meetings to have and reporting to do. It’s fun, and I’m fulfilled, but I sat in front of a computer with my leg up on my knee cart, then my ONLY OPTION WAS TO MOVE TO THE COUCH? TO SIT MORE?
So I did, I tried, I watched TV shows I was excited to watch, I ate candy I don’t normally let myself eat (sugar cannot be good for healing an achilles), AND THEN I FELL OFF MY KNEE SCOOTER. I was getting more, ahem, candy, and I hit one of the runners wrong and the wheel caught and the whole thing, me included, just tipped over. I was fine. BUT ARE YOU KIDDING ME KNEE SCOOTER? YOU HAVE FORSAKEN ME?! You, who gave me some semblance of mobility, are now turning on me?!
It was the last straw. I went to bed. At 9pm.
There, I just cried. I wasn’t in any physical pain, by my whole soul hurt from the lack of movement, the lack of freedom to even put my freakin’ leg down on the ground, the reliance on an UNRELIABLE knee scooter for mobility, the numbing notion that I had been this way for AN ENTIRE MONTH and was only halfway to walking again at the earliest. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin. Crawl because I couldn’t walk.
The next morning, I took that godforsaken knee scooter down the front steps and took Nali on a roll.
You won’t get the best of me, knee scooter.
As we were rolling, the sun came out. It warmed my skin and heart and soul.
And my day was better, and thus I learned that I should suffer through allergies rather than skip out on my sunshine outside time.
And now I’m in a boot and allowed to start to put a leeetle weight on it! Milestones, baby, milestones.