Emotional dump...
A post a friend of mine wrote really started me thinking this weekend. Ever since I hurt my knee, I've been struggling with my opposing feelings of independence, and protectiveness. Given the choice between doing housework, or sitting on the couch, I have happily chosen to sit on the couch, all in the name of not risking hurting my knee more, or existing pain. However, if someone offered to help carry something (a small bag, or my backpack), I'd throw a three-year-old-like fit, insisting that I. Could. Do. It. Myself. I let myself get extremely frustrated because everyone kept wanting to help, or tell me to take care of myself.
The more I thought on it, the worse I felt about it. Yeah, I could easily hurt myself while doing the chores. They require a lot more bending, and standing, and twisting that I remembered. However, I could fall while on my crutches just walking somewhere. This weekend, my knee ached while I was sorting laundry, or walking around organizing stuff. I had to find creative ways to sit down on the floor, and then get back up. But, I got as much done as I normally would have on a lazy weekend, and I avoided being a whiny bitch and dumping the work on The Boy. I didn't have any fun doing it, but I was pretty damned proud of myself. I guess I just needed a big cup of "Shut the hell up." Just no one wants to tell that to someone who's injured, I suppose.
The more I thought on it, the worse I felt about it. Yeah, I could easily hurt myself while doing the chores. They require a lot more bending, and standing, and twisting that I remembered. However, I could fall while on my crutches just walking somewhere. This weekend, my knee ached while I was sorting laundry, or walking around organizing stuff. I had to find creative ways to sit down on the floor, and then get back up. But, I got as much done as I normally would have on a lazy weekend, and I avoided being a whiny bitch and dumping the work on The Boy. I didn't have any fun doing it, but I was pretty damned proud of myself. I guess I just needed a big cup of "Shut the hell up." Just no one wants to tell that to someone who's injured, I suppose.