Monday, March 14, 2011
What's Wrong With This Picture?
Two and a half weeks since the allograft. The docs are really strict about only allowing 25% max weight bearing on the left knee. Perhaps I've been over cautious. Unlike me, I've really been taking the admonition to heart and playing it super safe.
Today, Kerry and I ventured out on our second "let me out of this house" adventure. We drove down to Doheny State Park as it's one of the few beach areas around here that's flat.
Out of the car, the first thing I saw was, not the ocean, but a twenty-something State Park worker on his knees scraping old paint off of a curb. I smiled broadly at him and announced that he was so lucky to have that ability (to kneel) He smiled back.
We, very slowly, walked along the boardwalk area. The fresh air, the ocean, the sunshine! I felt myself getting choked up with the emotion of how lucky folks are to be able to just get outside and move.
Next, we saw a teenage kid drive by on a gas fueled skateboard thing. I told my patient, handsome, lovable, (have I mentioned patient) Surfer Boy husband "Why would anyone want to be on that thing when he could walk"? To which he replied "You know guys, we just gotta have our gas fueled engines"
It was a gorgeous outing.
And all the while, I was wondering "Why isn't anyone staring at me"?
Okay guys, here's my deep, dark, secret: The past few days, I have allowed an unwelcome visitor by the name of F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) to set up housekeeping in a corner of my mind. Where were my pitying glances? Wasn't anyone, someone, going to feel the least bit sorry for me? Where's my fifteen minutes of fame, darn it!
When we got home and I saw the above photograph, I burst into hysterical laughter. The woman in that photograph is healthy, happy, athletic and radiant. Did I mention humble?
Kerry wondering what was so funny, took out a blank piece of paper and wrote the word "Doubt" then circled it and put a big slash mark through it.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it!