Slowly but surely

This weekend will mark 8 weeks since kneemageddon. It's astonishing it's been that long! Don't get me wrong, it still feels like FOREVER, but 8 weeks is a heck of a long time to have a gimpy leg. Just the other day an NBA player tore his ACL and I couldnt help but think how he would most likely have surgery within days and be back playing professional basketball in a few months. Man, that would be nice. But, alas, I do not have the pleasure of a team doctor, surgeon, MRI in my office building, nor a full time personal trainer and physcial therapist to ensure my quick and painless recovery. He, of course, doesnt have the pleasure of hosting Claude in his lower calf, either. So ha! Jokes on him!
But, in all seriousness, I am soo very frustrated and simply over being injured. There were small victories to celebrate in the beginning; taking my first steps, getting off crutches, going back to work, continued progress at physical therapy. But those all stopped weeks ago.  I cannot possibly improve my range of motion any more, I am walking without a limp, I am back to driving my car. There is nothing to do but wait. And wait. Until I have that ultrasound and I'm giving the thumbs up for surgery, all I can do is wait. It's agonizing. I miss being able to go to the gym and work out, I miss being able to sleep and walk down stairs and play with Lucy. I miss playing soccer- though I'm fully aware that will not happen again for a LONG time. I feel like a different person when I'm not doing those things. It's one thing to be able to run- but choose not to (like I normal do) and not to even have the choice to run. It's a very foreign and very helpless feeling.
Earlier this week, I was chatting with my boss about my leg and the status of Claude and she told me how she forgets anything is wrong because I'm so positive about it and I don't complain much. Well, no, I guess I don't (with the exception of this blog, of course). But after some thought I truly believe that because it was so bad and so painful and so scary in the beginning, what I'm going through right now isn't much to whine about. I can walk, take a shower, drive. 8 weeks ago, I couldn't even wiggle my toes because it was too painful. Funny how one event can put everything in perspective.
So, as I go into ultrasound #6 next week, keep your fingers crossed for me and remember not to take life too seriously. It's too short. And kick a soccer ball and run down the stairs for me!