Here is a summary of last night:

Sat on the sofa, knee elevated by means of big, plushy pillow with a bluish bag of manufactured gel which holds the cold well acting as the pickle in my knee sandwich.

I watched some TV, too. After struggling to stay awake during this stupid Nova special on string theory that the husband wanted to watch, we flipped over to FOX and caught the latest firing on that Richard Branson show whose title is too stupid for me to repeat here. I then perked up for House, because I like it. (Start watching this show, damnit. I don't want it cancelled! Do it for me, kids. Please?) Then I flipped around for a while (hours actually) and then read this.

And all this while I popped Advil.

And guess what? It's better!

The swelling has gone down, and while it's still achy and I'm limping, I believe I will, indeed, avoid another bout of physical therapy. Providing I don't go and do something incredibly stupid, like walking on ice. Keep your fingers crossed.

Thanks for all the well wishes and happy thoughts. I appreciate them.

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