I was doing my physical therapy exercises with the band as resistance. The particular exxercise I was working on requires me to tie the band to something solid, then put my foot into the resulting loop. I then pull against the band for resistance. My knee was moving a bit too much, and I was putting my hands on top of my knee so it wouldn't move. Julio came out from laying in his bed and laid right on top of my knee.
I've been struggling this weekend, and I'm not sure why. The pain is good, but because of several stressors, I'm afraid it will come back. I hate that part, how I can't just enjoy the good, and have to be worried about it coming back. But at least I have a great dog, and good friends.
