Three Weeks Post-knee Surgery obsessions, learnings, lattes.

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Three weeks post-knee surgery — and I’m still here! My surgeon did warn me it would be a tough road, and he was absolutely right. Looking back, I really appreciate his honesty.

The dreaded pain has eased, the swelling is slowly going down, and I’m getting around pretty well on my crutches. I’ve been doing my exercises every day and trying to be the model patient. I’m using my ice pack, taking  my meds and having daily showers, [don’t laugh at that one. I can see how easily the personal hygiene could slip!!}

But if I’m honest, the past few days have been rough. I hit a bit of a wall. I’ve become slightly obsessed with bending my knee — and when it didn’t happen as quickly as I wanted, I pushed too hard. I overdid the exercises and ended up setting myself back a bit. My physio measured my movement yesterday, and sure enough, I’d lost some progress. And sure then I went into a    full-on self-pity mode. — there was no talking to me!

Then today, I listened to an incredible interview on the Oliver Callan show with Fergus Farrell, who spoke about his recovery from a spinal injury and how visualization helped him heal. His story, and his book Rebuilding a Man, really struck a chord with me. It was exactly what I needed to shake off the negativity and reset my mindset. you can listen back to it on Rte .

So, from here on, I’m visualizing my knee bending smoothly and healing steadily — no forcing it, just trusting the process. I’m a great believer in the power of our thoughts in our lives especially when we face a challenge so from  today onwards I’m creating a daily affirmation of positivity and healing. As I write I’m visualising myself walking in our local woods and having daily swims and buzzing around town. I just needed a reminder of what I can do.

On a lighter note, I’ve started meeting friends for coffee again, which great .Yesterday, while paying for my skinny latte, I emptied my purse full of coins onto the counter — only for a cloud of white powder to fall out too. The barista’s face was priceless! I had to explain that it was just salt — I’d carried my salt cellar in my bag because juggling crutches and condiments is no easy feat. Not sure if she believed me but do you know what I really don’t care..

I'm off now to do my gentle exersises with the help of my little people who make everything feel better

.Conversations with Maeve and Orla

"Have you got a magic knee? "

"Yes girls i do"

"How ?"

"Well the doctor put me to sleep and he took out the old one and put in the magic one and I woke up and it was all better" .

"So you have no more ouch"

Just a little ouch but you make it better"

"We love you nana"

" Love you too"

"Exersise time nana"

"Grandad we want ice pops"

I have so much to be greatful for. One day at a time with lot of gems thrown in .