I need to work on those leg muscles a little more. I got down to snap these photos and couldn’t get back up off the floor by myself, which surprised me. I keep thinking I’m more recovered than that. I finally scooted over to a chair and table in the kitchen and pulled myself up–while reminding myself I couldn’t have done that at all before. One week ago was the day I came home, and I had to have help even getting up out of a chair most of the time, much less climbing up into one. Where my rear landed on the bed was where it was going to be for the night, with me having to lift my legs over and up with my arms. I don’t have to do that now. Every day there’s a little more progress made, and the “hey I can DO that now!” realizations that keep coming are very cheering.
I needed to take these photos. The soft appleblossom is a gift from Rena, my knitswap pal; the deep red, a gift from my father. Thank you, Dad! Thank you, Rena!
