That's what it feels like I'm doing: Baby steps. About an hour ago, I had an enormous craving for a cup of coffee. So I hauled my carcass out of bed and hobbled out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and toward the kitchen. It suddenly dawned on me: My son had turned off the hot water side of the water dispenser because I hadn't been drinking coffee for days (like two weeks to be exact). No problem! I dispensed the room temperature water into a ceramic cup and popped it into the microwave, setting it for a minute and a half.
That's when the pain started. It's amazing. As long as I was walking (if you can call it that), the pain was virtually nonexistent. It was the standing in one place that really hurt. Anyway, I quickly removed the steaming water, mixed in the coffee, sugar and creamer, and headed back upstairs to relieve the stress I had just put my lower left leg through. Not all of the swelling is gone — that little spot, smaller than my hand, was causing me grief.
Over the past couple of days, I've been purposely getting out of bed and doing things in the bedroom to stress my leg a little at a time. Regardless of how much it hurt, I needed to force some fresh blood into the area or it would be a month before it would heal. Recovery time from each session has become shorter and shorter. It only took 10 minutes to recover from this morning's ordeal.
My goal is to be back on my feet completely on Wednesday. I want to catch up on everything and write like a madman with a sense of purpose.
