Hello, fellow Bonesmarties. Been ruminating... Just thinking that recovery IS such a process, indeed. Just noticing some subtle ability to do something you couldn't do last week can make your day... and just the opposite, I guess. The ups and downs, successes & inabilities really make life a roller coaster. Today the PT tried to have me step up & down into my living room -- a pretty big step (literally). I had so much anxiety, I cried, but I did it -- sorta -- with his help. I know we'll be repeating this tomorrow. But later I went out the front door step just fine, had a tiny problem coming back up, but made it. This was the first day I wore my sneaks outside & walked in parking lot to Einstein's while my house was being cleaned. Doesn't sound like much, but it's been a helluva long haul! I WILL say I am so grateful to be pain-free, other than the numb-foot pins 'n needles thing, which is actually annoying discomfort, but not pain & not constant.
This whole business has been character-building, very tiring, sometimes satisfying, often frustrating, educational in its own way, & the true test of a marriage, if nothing else. Just sayin'...