Ouch

The pain. The pain. The pain. It feels like a knife stabbing through my knee. When my therapist pushes through the scar tissue to bend it, I scream. Today Bo surprised me. I was lying on a piece of equipment, she was pretending to measure my bend and POW. She pushed through to 104 degrees. I got applause for my yelp. Some people even laughed. But that's just the way it is here. After, the pain pounds me for hours and hours. I feel every single bone in my foot, every nerve. My left arm throbs at the incision point.

We sit downstairs, under the smoking tent, and everyone talks about their pain. There is nothing any of us can do but wait it out. And smoke. And take our meds. Hopefully it will stop soon.