lost and found

hallelujah!

first: finally got my stitches out! it hurt like none other because my scars scabbed over my stitches. my conversation with the doctor (again, not my actual doctor but some other one) basically went like this:

doctor: well it's only been a week...
me (interrupting): no it's been two weeks
doctor: two weeks?? why'd you wait so long to get your stitches out?
me: because i couldn't get an appointment!
doctor: you should have told me, i would have just double-booked you.
me: i asked to schedule it earlier, but the person said it's better to wait longer. i didn't want to, but they wouldn't schedule me earlier.
doctor: i don't know why they said that, you should have come to me.
me: great.
(now he's trying to cut my stitches, but is having trouble because they're buried somewhere under my scabs. he's been yanking on one stitch forever, i'm just trying not to think about it, until...)
doctor: do you hate me? you should hate me right about now. (continues yanking and tugging and snipping.)
me (not exactly the words i want to hear while someone is inflicting pain on me): great, thanks.

anyway, he finally managed to get them out, so now i'm a happy camper.

second: my cell phone, which was once lost, has now been found. "Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin." err... i mean phone. :) it was at my pt clinic. my favorite voicemails were the ones from olivia. it started with her leaving a nice, normal message, then slowly progressed to the eventual last message, which only consisted of: "where are you???" click.

my pt is so excited that after one year, i can finally fully extend my knee. my knees trick people because of my hyperextension - so what supposedly looks like a straight knee to them, really isn't. so this entire past year, all my doctors have thought i've had full extension this whole time when i haven't. anyway, i think she was pretty happy that i can hold my extension now, so yesterday she leaned over to me and whispered "if i were you, i would never go back to dr. xx (my first doctor)." i was like, obviously i'd never go back to him. anyway she told me she's seen other patients of his that weren't so successful either. i was like gee, thanks for telling me now. telling me before my second surgery would have been helpful - then maybe i wouldn't have needed the third. oh well, she's probably not supposed to say that to me in the first place. and though i'm still in a lot of pain, i'm happy and thankful that i can extend my knee. i have still yet to overcome my real nemesis: the stairs. yesterday i got demoted from doing step ups and downs (because they hurt so much) to just doing 1/4 squats.

this weekend is the annual canaan ski trip. this is the first one i'm missing since i've graduated and come back home. it also marks the one year anniversary of my ... accident. have fun everyone! bummed i won't be going this year, even to just hang out in the cabin. snow + karen = big no-no. :( but at least it makes me available for what may be a two-person worship team on sunday. piano and acoustic. sometimes it's nice to go back to the basics, yeah? :)