Well, the time has come. But, it was not exactly a surprise to me. To be honest, I am kind of thrilled that it was postponed, for so long. But, in the back of my mind, I knew that it would happen again...Sooner or later. After all, my last surgeon warned me: "You are going to fall down quite a bit, during your recovery. That is only to be expected."
Yesterday...
I woke up, as you may recall, completely exhausted. I had no desire to leave the house. All I wanted to do, was finish a good amount of schoolwork, change out of my PJ's into ugly, stay home clothes, and park it, on the blue recliner. I wanted yesterday to be a yarn day. I had plans, of working on the sock, non-stop. Sure...I was planning to do a few laps around the porch, with my cane. Not a lot of walking (because I was already hurting, from the day before). Just enough, to say I got some walking time in.
My family KNEW that I was hurting. They knew, because I had been complaining all damned morning.
But, apparently, pain does not matter to these people. Nor does it matter, that ALL I wanted to do, was stay home.
3pm. My sweetie-pie approaches me.
"I have got to go to visit my mom for a bit. Do you want to go?"
Hell no, I don't want to go. I am not all that gung ho, on visiting the in-laws, in the best of times. Let alone, when I am in complete and utter pain. Not to mention the fact, that I have a sock, and deadline.
Sadly, I knew that the question, was not a question at all. There was no choice. Why not just openly make the demand, that is being implied. Hey, Michael. I don't give a crap, that you hurt. Nor do I care, that you are currently working on a sock, that must be finished before the end of July. I am going to my mother's. Get your ass up, out of that blue recliner. Get ready. YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!
Joy! I was not happy! I bitched, and complained, and whined in absolute pain, as I got ready.
And then, it was time to go visit the in-law.
After the visit, it was time to make an unexpected trip, to the store. (Yeah. I knew this was coming.)
It was after 6pm, by the time I got home.  My legs were in such pain, that it was unbearable. My sweetie was telling me to: "Just deal with the pain. Nobody ever said this was going to be easy." (Yeah. When these words were spoken, I threw one of the nastiest looks, that I have ever given. It was a look, that basically said: GO TO HELL! Do not EVEN talk to me, about just DEALING with the pain. You have no FRIGGIN idea, how much I hurt.
As soon as I walked in the house, the cane FLEW away from me, and my fall-free record was broken. I took a tumble.
"Oh," my sweetie said, trying to be funny. (How about trying to be supportive, instead of a smart ass?) "Well, that isn't what you are supposed to do."
Once again, I threw a nasty look.
Last night, after taking a hot bath, which only slightly helped to alleviate my pain, I made my way to the blue recliner, and I worked on the sock.
I worked, and worked, and worked.
8pm. I was exhausted, but I could not go to sleep. I was still on the leg of the sock, for crying out loud.
By 9pm, I was starting the heel. Not only am I beyond exhausted, which is making loom knitting damn near impossible. But, every friggin person in the house, wants to start demanding my attention. Eventually, it grew to be too much, for me. I entered into a full out bitch mode, and flipped out.
"ENOUGH!!!" The scream completely muted the volume, coming from the TV. "LET ME HAVE SOME DAMNED YARN TIME! ALL I WANT TO DO, IS GET ENOUGH OF THIS SOCK DONE, SO THAT I CAN GO TO BED! WHY IS IT SO IMPOSSIBLE, FOR YOU GUYS TO JUST LET ME HAVE SOME TIME FOR ME!!!" 
Yeah! My fit worked. Everyone shut up, real friggin quick. Unfortunately, I was the one, who ended up feeling like a total ass. But I ask you this? After all that I had been through, was I not friggin entitled, to a little bit, of me time?
It was minutes before 11pm, when I finally went to bed. I have about an inch of the foot worked, on the sock. I really had hoped to accomplish quite a bit more. But, I just could not stay up, any longer.
This morning, my  legs are completely stiff. I  cannot bend them, at all. Two days, of non-stop walking, and my legs have completely tightened. Not to mention, that they are completely tingling. Of course, I am not happy, being in this type of pain. But, there is a good side to it.
My family CANNOT possibly expect me, to do anything, but remain seated in the blue recliner, all day long.
So, the sock...
On one hand, I am not worried at all. I have the rest of the day, to work on it. This is more than enough time. Yet, knowing that I ONLY have today...This could screw me up, in a big way. I am not big on working under pressure. (Kind of ironic, right? I hate working under pressure. And yet, that is basically what The Yarn Project is.)
Well, it is time for me to go. That sock isn't going to finish itself.
Until tomorrow...
Happy looming, and crocheting.