Over the past two days, I heard statements like these from the staff at NKC Hospital: "You're a rock star!" "You're one in a thousand." "Nobody has this range of motion on the day after surgery." "You seem to be an over-achiever."
(That last one cracked me up, by the way.)
Well, when a person hears things like that over and over, she can get to thinking she's pretty special. Especially if she isn't having the level of pain everybody expected her to have.
This morning, I have only one thing to say.
Oh, I'm doing fine, but I think if that guy in therapy got hold of me now, he wouldn't be calling me an over-achiever; he'd probably be thinking of me more as a sniveling wimp. I imagine I'd be doing more than my share of groaning and moaning as I attempted to do what he demanded.
I just wanted to set the record straight; This rock star found her feet of clay.
I'll keep my readers updated on this journey I'm taking.
I did have a good nights sleep last night, though. That was wonderful.