I'm not sure if it was the rain or my body just surrendering after being in constant motion, but yesterday was not my best leg day. After I took my first steps I knew I was in for a struggle. The pain wasn't intense enough for me to be rendered immobile, but I hurt enough to be uncomfortable all day. I was constantly taking off my leg in an attempt to find relief.
Timmy was content to
spend the day quietly playing with his trucks. I felt like a lazy Mom by
not doing something more active with him, but I consoled myself with
the knowledge that we were going to a play date in the park after we
picked up Robby from school. It turns out that the park play date was a
non-event. Although the other kiddos never showed up, we were met by
torrential rain as soon as we pulled up to the playground. (More to come about the play date no shows in an upcoming blog.)
Hurting all day is draining. With each step I was
rewarded with an electric shock shooting through my phantom bit toe. By
the time I went to bed I felt both exhausted and disabled. I know that I
am lucky to experience phantom pain infrequently, but when it does
happens I can't help but feel defeated. Feeling pain in part of your
body that is absent is infuriating!