I blogged earlier about my knee, and how much it hurt, even after the doc took some fluid off the knee. He used a really big, ugly needle and it hurt...a lot...sniff sniff---(insert whiny voice here).
It continued to hurt that day, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and it was still hurting Friday when I went in to my hair dresser's shop to get my hair back to one color. (Let's just say the highlights were on the wrong end of my hair.)
I was a little early, and on an impulse, I asked for a pedicure from the new nail tech.
She was very gentle and included a massage of my lower legs and feet.
When I got up, well, stepped down, from the chair, I felt like I'd been hit by a miracle.
My knee didn't hurt.
It. Didn't. HURT.
I could WALK.
And I'm still walking (gingerly, carefully and with forethought), and I got to go outside today and actually get somethings done outside in the garden and I'm just about so happy I could bust! I'm going to sleep tonight without having to take Vicodin.
I am happy. I'm so happy I could just about cry.
But I won't.