Convalescence is not for the faint of heart.
I should know, I've been gimped up for nearly three weeks as a result of slipping on the ice a few days before Christmas.
Hairline fractures to my right patella, thank you for asking.
That's kneecap to those of you who may not know.
And let me tell you how challenging it is to do so many of the things you take for granted when your knee is messed up.
Getting dressed, walking down stairs, walking in general---all so painful to do when you can't bend your knee.
Let's not even talk about getting in and out of the shower or going to the bathroom.
Especially when your bathroom is not ADA compliant.
If the cat had a camera attached to his head, I'm sure the resulting footage would be sheer comedy.
But on the morning I slipped it sure wasn't.
I took a header in front of the Bank of America building near the corner of LaSalle & Jackson across the street from the Federal Reserve.
I'm sure that fall was sheer comedy as well.
That morning was brutally cold and ice was everywhere.
I thought I missed the sheets of ice in front of the building by stategically stepping around them but apparently I was wrong.
Oh so painfully wrong.
When I slipped I planted my feet so I could fall backwards. Apparently that strategy didn't work as after I was helped to my feet I felt something very wrong with my right knee.
24 hours, an emergency room vist and a couple of glasses of wine later I was on the road to recovery.
It still hurts like a mother but I will say it's getting better, so at least I'm making progress.
And by making progress I mean being to go to the bathroom without as much pain.
Unfortunately I won't be doing any of the dance scenes from Royal Wedding anytime soon.