Angry at my stupid knee.
I have somehow managed to screw it up again (read about the original screw up and surgery here) and it is messing up my life.
I want to play on the floor with Sawyer and chase after him in the yard.
I want to do squats and lunges and burpees and such (okay, more like I want to have the results from those things, and therefore need to do them).
I want to wear heels again.
I would like to snuggle (and such) with my husband without pain.
But, I am instead rocking what I like to call the "robocop" leg brace. Icing my knee every night after super until bed and wearing stupid flats and outfits that allow for the stupid brace.
|look at all that nasty fluid|
I have a MRI tomorrow, so we'll see what is in store for my dumb knee.
And yes, this is a whiny post that has no purpose but to let me vent. I also realize I am a spoiled child and that there are people in the world who don't get to do any of these things ever because they have real leg problems.