Have spent the past week wishing I were skiing. Wishing I were a skier. Wishing I had ever skied. BJ and Kelly have been my inspirations. Had an amazing night last night--fifth grade poetry night last night--with 28 fifth graders sharing memorized poems and then poems they had written. At one point, when a boy who is profoundly deaf, shared Mary Oliver's poem, Spring, I began to cry. Kept feeling so moved all the way through the poem, until Brianna shared Li-Young Lee's "Blossom" and Joseph shared another Mary Oliver poem, "Wild Geese." These kids were amazing. I wish someone had taped it and I could share on Youtube. Maybe I should try.
But today, we had out faculty inservice, a conference in Philadelphia, and walking to the train and to the conference was so challenging, and then walking from one venue to another. Several people shared that they know people who have had knee replacements who are doing so much better than I am. I think it is time to do something--find another surgeon--one who might do revision or remove adhesions. Or go back to the surgeon who did the original surgery. I will have to figure that out because he thinks he's a hot shot--does minimally invasive surgery and harassed me because I wasn't improving as fast as he expected. I do mean "harassed."
I've already decided to take a part time position next year so I can focus on making my knee better.
Okay. I'm just sad to come down from such an emotionally rewarding experience to the reality that my body is hurting.