I am doing well, still uncomfortable as you can imagine. But not in pain. The nerve discombobulation from the cellulitis is still pretty strong. I imagine it will be months before that goes away.
The knee is fickle. It swells one day and relaxes the next. Today it is tight. I continue with my physical therapist torturer, Zach, every other day now. He is doing great job with me. He knows when to encourage and when to let me know I need to work harder. And I so appreciate his expertise.
I am grateful for the moments I can get into a comfortable position. I have but few minutes of reprieve though, and must move again in the elusive hunt for nothing-ness. And for showers. I finally got in the shower on Monday, by myself. It felt glorious to have the water wash me.
I m ready for this to be behind me. I am so ready.