Small milestones make progress noticeable.
On Sunday I wore heels to church for the second time. It’s now confirmed that I actually can wear heels for a few hours without falling off of them, turning an ankle or having my knees become painful — that first time wasn’t just a fluke.
When we take communion at our church, the lines of communicants walk up three steps to the level of the communion rail with a padded kneeler in front of it. Without thinking, for the first time I walked up the steps without holding on to the hand rail on the side of the steps. But when I got to the communion rail, I didn’t kneel. I haven’t knelt on my knees at all since the surgery, and I didn’t think at the communion rail was the place to find out that kneeling created horrible pain that made me scream in agony. So I stood for communion, but after the service I asked Hubby to go up to the communion rail with me again, and I tried out kneeling. No problem at all, including no problem getting down and up from the kneeling bench, so I’ll be prepared next time.
And yesterday, I did another first. I went back to the gym with Hubby for the first time. I had no idea how my new knees would handle my routine of tread mill, followed by 12 reps on nine different Nautilus apparatus, followed by the Nu-Step (a version of a stationary bike). It went really well. I shortened my time on the treadmill and Nu-Step, and lessened the weight on the Nautilus machines that involved my knees, but was able to do all of it without pain. It actually felt good to work up a little sweat (although I prefer to think of it as a “glow”) again!
The road to recovery is made more tolerable when you see a sign of progress here and there along the way. And I think I’m beginning to actually see my destination of complete recovery on the horizon. Hooray!