Graduated from rehab. (That's what they call it when you finish the sessions your insurance company has authorized, whether you're cured or not.) Fortunately, I'm on the road to recovery and (coincidently enough) just happened to be on the last session that was authorized as well. So, how do I feel? Like a million bucks. It's been a long, long time since I was able to walk around with NO discomfort whatsoever in my knee. On this day, that's exactly what I experienced.
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never did. Whenever I got up, I thought the pain would be there, but it never reared its head. Am I healed? I don't think I'm 100% (maybe 98%), but only time will tell.
To celebrate my graduation, I dipped into the ice cream not once but twice. I couldn't help myself. Something about orange sherbert that makes you just not want to stop - especially once it's started to liquify and it's like drinking orange sherbert juice.
Among the more mundane things that happened today included going into the office early to make up for leaving early for rehab; showing up for library duty at school only to find out a volunteer luncheon is being held instead and that my services weren't needed; we had chicken pot pie for dinner and N took a cold bath (which reminds me I need to adjust the water heater as drawing two baths at night is enough to run out of water).