Instead of making Jason get off the couch for the millionth time just to fetch me a pot that was hiding way in the back of a low cabinet, I could get it myself. The plan was as follows:
Kneel on left knee.
Summon pot.
Stand up.
So simple. So genius.
It went wrong around step number three. Although I can get up from a seated position without holding on to anything, kneeling on the floor is different. First of all, my knee isn't as padded as it once was, as my muscles have all run away. Kneeling on that knee, therefore, is a bit more painful as the bony knee does not like the tile floor. Also, I couldn't stand up. I tried to use the crutches to no avail. I tried to grab the counter for leverage but it was too high. I used the refrigerator door, which opened, letting me slowly plop onto the floor. It didn't really hurt except that my ankle bone knocked the tile floor, which made the metal pins sad. Jason said, "are you okay?" from some sort of instinctual feeling. Either that or I just stopped making noise in the kitchen. He turned around to find me on the floor. He laughed. But he also helped me up, so he is forgiven.
Next item of update: my armpits.
**Warning! This update contains a photo of my armpit!**
I just want to tell you that I have no idea at what point in this ordeal I decided it was acceptable to post a close-up photo of my armpit on the internet. That said, here it is:
The red mark that looks like a zit is actually a burn of sorts. And the dark bruise is... well it's a bruise.
Lastly, I had my second and final surgery yesterday. I shall update you on all the goodness that is weight-bearing life in the next post. For now, enjoy that armpit photo.
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