After less than 3 weeks after surgery a once in a lifetime opportunity arose... going to a Yankees Redsox game at the new Yankee stadium. Being able to sit comfortably and hobble around with a limp, or swagger as I like to call it... was good enough in my mind to go be able to attend the game.
But how naive of me to think there wouldn't be rushing mobs of excited half drunk New York fans not paying attention to where they were going or little old me. When we finally made it to the seats, we literally couldn't sit in them because the navy blue leather in 100 degree heat made it too hot for the seats to even touch. We chilled off by downing 2 yards of frozen margaritas and daiquiris (our drinks were in the huge plastic containers most commonly found in Vegas or Cancun). The heat was so unbearable that with a messed up knee I was willing to stand for the rest of the game under the shade structure. We stood and stood some more until an usher was kind enough to sneak us into new seats that fell under the shade, which completely made our day. My knee felt like it was on fire. All I could think about was sitting in a bath filled with ice and water. The Yankees lost 2-1.
It wasn't the ideal conditions to enjoy a baseball game... but I DID survive and did have fun. I was a little mad at myself for being in denial about my injury. I'm still hurt and still have to hold myself back from doing everything I want.
Physical therapy was good today after not going for 4 days. Bill got the extention in my knee to be only about an inch and a half from my heel to my butt. But it's still extremely painful when he pushes my knee beyond its moving point and beyond my paid threshold. The thing I am working on now is walking without a limp. It's especially hard in the morning because my knee gets extremely stiff. I'm going back to Utah in 2 weeks so I'm going to have to look into good physical therapy out there.
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