I've been down the past month, but not out. My chiropractor saw me walking and told me I needed to go see my knee surgeon - like immediately, so I did. The knee guy said my left knee was getting ready to fail. FAIL! What the heck does that mean? I knew the knee was wobblier than the other one, but it didn't hurt.
He wanted me to go into the hospital immediately, but my main customer service lady at Big Horn Quilts had just given me notice, and she and I were the only ones who knew how to pull orders and do all the credit card stuff. So in a week, I managed to replace the wonderful Claire with an equally wonderful Julia Jones (that is really going to cause some mix-ups). I went under the knife August 26, and have a new, twice as big bionic knee. The pins go way up into my thigh and down into my calf.
I'm over the painful part (its been 3 1/2 weeks), but I still have no energy. Today Dave is rototilling our future garden and I went along to pick up rocks. I lasted about 1/2 hour, then I was exhausted. I'm getting more steam every day, but it is so frustrating to sit in a chair and think about all the things I should be doing.
Okay, enough whining. The next post will be all sunshine and fun, I promise.