In a few days, I will be six weeks out from surgery. Yesterday was a tough day for me. Everything is progressing fairly well except for a nagging pain in the front of my knee, but that, too, seems to be improving each day. But yesterday, I was feeling more tired and more pain than usual (for whatever reason), and I think being homebound for five weeks had me a little crankier than usual. I ended up getting caught in the trap of trying to take it easy, yet trying to do stuff on my own. By the afternoon, after the umpteenth time of asking my hubby to finish something I had started, he blew a fuse as well. I can't blame him...really, it must be so frustrating to be asked to do stuff all the time, when it seems I should be perfectly capable of doing it myself. I felt bad for him, but equally bad (and sorry) for myself. Well, I had another good cry afterwards and seemed to get all my frustrations out. Hubby was a sweetheart afterwards and I tried to be a better "patient". I guess this is a very long journey for the both of us. Good thing we've been married for 31 years...we haven't killed each other yet! On the plus side, I had a great night's sleep and feeling refreshed this morning. Onwards I go!