Groundhog Day

Sometimes I feel I'm living my days like in the movie Groundhog Day. I get up, fumble around to get dressed, gag down 1/2 of a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with some juice and the morning drug cocktail. At 9:00 it's either PT or exercise on my own, ice, walk 1/2 mile down to the pond and back, snack, ice, lunch and more meds. The afternoon is a bit more freeform with big decisions such as do I sit on the bed or in the chair? Do I take another dose of tylenol before my 3:00 exercises or can I tough it out? Ice again, snack again, if I'm really feeling froggy I walk again. Then I wait for Brent to get home. He does whatever exercise he needs to do and has done a good job of getting dinner ready at a reasonable time. I try to get a shower in before 9. I can do most of this myself, but I can't get out of the shower alone, so I need Brent's help. Then the worst part of my night where my knees burn and ache and I can't find any position that's comfortable. The dr. says this will last until 6-8 weeks and then I can expect it to turn the corner. It's usually lights out between 10-11 and depending on the med schedule, I know I will be up at least once to take tylenol. And then....well it just starts all over again.

So when I think, "What are we going to do today, Brain?" The answer is, "Same thing we do every day Donna, try to bend your knees and get through the day!"