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Yesterday Jeff and I did some gardening. Potted some new succulents (aloe and jade plant) and the citrus trees we bought which survived the Great Canadian Drought. Wow is that enjoyable! I forgot how much I love potting plants or repotting them. it's very satisfying.
I wrapped my "bad" knee in an ACE bandage while out and about gardening, and Life Was Good. No weird wobblies, no leaning in a direction I didn't mean to... yay! At the end of the day I was IMing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
barelyproper *waves* who threatened me with gentle poking (hee hee hee) if I didn't actually make that appointment to call for orthopedics or at least physical therapy.
I have put this damn appointment on my calendar probably at least 6 times since I reinjured it in April (yes I know life got shitty and busy in April) and I have avoided making it every time. Why? I don't want to admit that maybe I really have fucked it up, maybe bad enough that I'd need surgery, which scares me.
Last night I was reading Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts and one of the things she says is that women are greedy. Wherever there is scarcity in our life, we grab on to whatever we can get that feeds that need. She also suggested that when we want to change something in our lives, because of that natural greed, it's often easier to "add on" than to "take away", or deprive ourselves.
This made me think about the appointment in a different way. I tried to look at it positively instead of with fear. And then just before bed, it hit me.
I went to my desk, found a lusciously purple marker, and WROTE ON MY LEG. "I <3 My Knee." Right on my quad above the knee, facing me so I would see it when I woke up.
Today I finally did make the call. Yes, it was in part due to the attitude adjustment. Written reminders work well also for me *grin*
I have a PT appointment for tomorrow at 11:30, I have to show up a little early to fill out forms and I have to wear shorts.
This could be the start of a whole new me! (or a whole new knee, either way I think it is a good thing)
I wrapped my "bad" knee in an ACE bandage while out and about gardening, and Life Was Good. No weird wobblies, no leaning in a direction I didn't mean to... yay! At the end of the day I was IMing with
barelyproper *waves* who threatened me with gentle poking (hee hee hee) if I didn't actually make that appointment to call for orthopedics or at least physical therapy.I have put this damn appointment on my calendar probably at least 6 times since I reinjured it in April (yes I know life got shitty and busy in April) and I have avoided making it every time. Why? I don't want to admit that maybe I really have fucked it up, maybe bad enough that I'd need surgery, which scares me.
Last night I was reading Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts and one of the things she says is that women are greedy. Wherever there is scarcity in our life, we grab on to whatever we can get that feeds that need. She also suggested that when we want to change something in our lives, because of that natural greed, it's often easier to "add on" than to "take away", or deprive ourselves.
This made me think about the appointment in a different way. I tried to look at it positively instead of with fear. And then just before bed, it hit me.
I went to my desk, found a lusciously purple marker, and WROTE ON MY LEG. "I <3 My Knee." Right on my quad above the knee, facing me so I would see it when I woke up.
Today I finally did make the call. Yes, it was in part due to the attitude adjustment. Written reminders work well also for me *grin*
I have a PT appointment for tomorrow at 11:30, I have to show up a little early to fill out forms and I have to wear shorts.
This could be the start of a whole new me! (or a whole new knee, either way I think it is a good thing)
