I'm well aware that my post titles are boring and un-inventive. >.<
Life is slowly getting back on track. My knee is healing wonderfully after my surgery (patella reconstruction with a distal transfer). I'm so very sick of walking with crutches, but I try not to complain about it or break the rules and go without them. Doc says its bad and Master basically promises punishment if I break rules that Doc has set. So I'm doing my best to behave and follow all my instructions. Stretching is quite hard, though. It hurts to pull on those ligaments that he cut and moved, but it's part of the recovery process. If I don't rehabilitate them back to working properly, what was the point of the surgery? One thing that keeps me stretching and doing the at home therapy is the thought of kneeling again. It hurt to kneel before, but at least I could do it when my subby needed it.
Master's daughter is adorable, and so very serious. She will be 3 weeks old in 2 days. It upsets me so that I cannot be there to share in the baby duties or steal her away for a while for a cuddle bunny. I try not to think about the distance between us, but when I hear about his hard day, it hurts me to not be able to be there and make the home-life a little easier for him/them. So instead of dwelling on that, I make sure to organize his emails and look for jobs and online schools for him. It keeps me busy and helps him, so that helps me too.
On a bad note, I was given 4 tasks to do this week, due by Friday (yesterday), of which I only completed one, writing a report about kittens. (I think I'm going to go back and expand that report to be many pages, complete research on felines, instead of a small one page report.) I told him that I would finish them all today, but my allergies were reacting terribly to the increased mold/pollen count in the air, so I slept a majority of the day. *cringes* As much as I hate the d-word, I've disappointed myself in doing things other than Master's tasks. He has forgiven me for not doing them, without adding a punishment (which baffled me), and accepted that I will be finishing them.
My depression is still well under control (usually). Being stuck in bed, since it's the most comfortable place for me to be, is often depressing and boring, but I do a lot of stuff on the computer. I play a lot of games while watching Netflix, hence why I failed in my tasks. It helps that a few of my lost friends have found their way back to me. We've been talking every few days and catching up, which makes me happy.
Wishing happiness for all,
kitten
