What happens when you can't run and play...when you can't ride, when you are 'grounded' and are almost 50 yrs old...and never EVER felt so trapped by one stupid part of your body?
My husband is hovering like a damned mother hen, okay that got old after the first month...we are going on 7 months!
Last nite I took out my Breyer models and 'played' with them in the yard. Silly isn't it? But creativity is something that is in the head and not something that hubby and the docs can control...yeah, I suppose they'll be coming to take me away after this.
Seeing the surgeon today. Wonder what is next. This whole deal is getting way too expensive. Both physically and financially!