It's official. I have surgery on my knee in a few weeks. The neurosurgeon said there wasn't permanent damage to my nerves, but it could happen if I delay. Dad asked me how I felt about it. I'm not particularly worried or nervous. Dad laughed when I told him I was looking forward to the pain pills they give you afterwards. "Spoken like a true alcoholic," he said.
My knee hasn't kept me from walking. Everyday Maggie and I walk our two mile jaunt. I just feel kind of clumsy and have fallen a few times. Stairs are especially daunting.
I am elated today is grocery day. I just called mom and told her I would go with her to help.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," mom replied. "I will be fine."
"You sure?" I asked.
Mom assured me she would be okay. It would have been a giant leap for me in my recovery to go. There will be other days I am sure.