I am always cold. Sometimes when I am feeling particularly cold at work, I find myself surfing the internet, looking for things to keep me warm. So far I have ordered myself a car seat heater (you just plug it into your cigarette lighter and it warms up your legs and back!), and some silk long-underwear. I tried out the car seat heater this week, and I discovered that my cigarette lighter doesn't work! Darn it. But then I tried it in my second lighter outlet, and it did an excellent job of warming my behind. ahh...quite nice. I just received the long-underwear today, so I don't know how well it works yet. Hopefully next week I'll be feeling warmer.
I am going to one of those trendy pajama parties tomorrow evening. Should be fun! Maybe I'll wear my new long-underwear.
I went dancing on Thursday night, and had a great time. It was especially nice because I didn't have to work on Friday, so I could stay out as late as I wanted. We danced until the place closed, then went across the street for a chili-cheese omelet, hash-browns, and honey-toast. Yummy.
I went outside to shovel again today, since it snowed all morning. I got the sidewalk and front walk done, and I was starting my driveway, when my neighbor-across-the-street came by with his snowblower. He made short work of the majority of my driveway while I (fairly unsuccessfully) attacked the packed-down stuff at the beginning. Really nice of him; he saved me a bunch of effort!
Tomorrow morning I am competing. I have to get up early..yuck! Hopefully the competition will go great though, so it will be worth it.
Dancing on Thursday night was fine. I wore my knee-brace, and I was able to dance energetically without hurting myself. Near the end of the evening I found myself sitting and thinking about it. If I can do so much without surgery, why put myself through it? I can dance fine, without anybody but me knowing I'm injured. I can be more athletic than a lot of people, even with this torn ACL. But....my hurt knee was always there though, in the back of my mind. It hurt, just a little bit, doing lots of stuff. There were also lots of times when I could feel its instability, that there were certain things I must not do without causing serious damage. I knew that it wasn't right, and I couldn't just dance freely without constantly guarding it and being careful. I don't want to live the rest of my life guarding it and fearing for it. (On the other hand, I don't want to go through painful surgery and then months of rehabilitation either. But I guess that's the better of the two options, in the end....)