Day 94

Well . . . I see the back surgeon next Tuesday, until then I'm on hold. I was so frustrated yesterday that I worked out at PT. I figured that if I'm hurting I'll take the drugs. But to just be waiting . . . it's killing me. I am going to do at least some of the exercises from now on. Bring it on.

The knees continue to be amazing. I am able to walk up and down stairs, foot over foot, with no pain. As my muscles get stronger, I can do this faster and faster. I am able to walk for 30-45 minutes without tiring. I can walk the dogs. I also found out this past weekend that I can RUN for short bursts. Stella was sitting in the car, with the hatch open, while I was trying to put a bicycle on the roof of the car. She saw another dog and LAUNCHED out of the car, snarling, to attack it. I put the bike down and bolted over to her, getting her under control before she caused any damage. Then I realized that I RAN--and I smiled.

I'll post again after I see the neurosurgeon on Tuesday.