This Time Last Year

I am about one year post now--past the second knee surgery. That six months of recovery was filled with weirdness. For one thing, I was in the middle of manic panic. I did not realize it was mania since I did not go for days without sleeping, but I was crocheting linoleum floors for Christmas. Everyone got crochet or cross stich or both. Crazy times. At the same time, I was so focused on being a good patient that recovery went well. I have a deep need to do something well to garner accolades. Since I prefer not to have any more surgery, I must find some other activity that makes me shine.