This morning though....wow. My knee woke me up early this morning literally throbbing. It hasn't throbbed like that in a long time. Not exactly my knee -- the bottom of my quad muscle, just above the knee, where the tendon graft came from. With each beat of my heart, I felt pain splashing down my thigh. I spent the last hour or two before my alarm went off half-asleep, trying to ignore it -- I was too tired to fully wake up and go take a painkiller.
Stupid tendon graft. There have been more than a few times when I've wished I'd gone with cadaver tissue instead. Of course it probably would have had its own problems too, but like the old saying goes: the grass is always greener on the cadaver's side of the fence.
After my alarm went off and I finally dragged myself out of bed, I hobbled over to my trusty family-sized bottle of advil. After taking some, I lay down again and elevated my leg for a little while. It felt quite a bit better about a half-hour later, no more throbbing, and only hurting when I actually used the muscle. That's more like it.
On saturday it will be 9-25, six months since my surgery. Happy anniversary to me... I know I'm getting better, but days like this it doesn't seem like I'll ever heal.
Oh well. At least I enjoyed the yoga class, even if my tendon didn't. Hopefully if I keep at it, I'll continue to heal, get progressively stronger, and stop hurting as much.