What I didn’t mention yesterday was, Sam offered to take me to Coupa Cafe to celebrate my being able to eat chocolate right after my Dr. R. appointment on Wednesday, and I just wasn’t up to it; I went home and crashed. So when she went out with an old high school girlfriend in the evening, she came home with a cup of it for me anyway because she wanted me not to miss out.
Good stuff! And then I really wanted to go there. Friday, going off to see the surgeon, I was able to swing my right leg into the car without having to pick it up and toss it over for the first time in forever. I can’t tell you how good that felt. Then my surgeon was exclaiming at how well I looked as I thanked her for making that possible.
That did it. I was taking Sam to Coupa Cafe on the way home to gift her back and to celebrate.
She found a parking space in the next block and across the busiest street in downtown. Now, just a few days earlier I could never have done this, but I made it across that street in the time of the walk signal. (Defensively, with a smile, eyeballing the impatient driver halfway in the crosswalk who’d nearly run the light and who looked ready to gun it when it changed, ready or not.) When I told my legs to move they actually did, even if the steps weren’t as big as I told them to do.
We walked up the block, got ourselves a table, and had a grand old time. A little mango mousse cake may have been involved too. (I just now finished it off.)
My knitting still feels slow and awkward, but I’m up to being able to do 40 minutes’ worth at a stretch now. And I am slowly, gradually turning back into being human. Stitches West next Friday afternoon, and hopefully Saturday too, here I come!
p.s. Just for fun: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/national/1151ap_obama_basketball_parents.html The Obamas went to go watch their daughter play basketball at the elementary school my husband went to. I like that!