Day 41.
Unsurprisingly the knees, mainly left, complained a little more in the night, after their big outing, so for the first time in ages I took 2 paracetamol at 4.15 am. This meant when waking again at 8 am with the low back pain that it was too soon for more paracetamol. Instead I applied Volarol gel to the low back and did my usual walking around and around on the crutches and up and down the landing. See how that goes.
Today will be more walking, icing, skateboard, icing, chair pedals, ice, ice etc. I do have a good ROM. Nevertheless it now feels a bit like being on a journey, or mission, that one can’t stop or get off, so the only thing to do is to keep going. The novelty, not quite the right word, of it all has worn off, the scenery is becoming dull and there’s still a long, long way to go….. to Tipperary ….
I expect I’ll think of something to lighten the way as the weeks go on.