It Was a Good Day

My refrigerator freezer and blue ice packs are very good friends these days. 

It's an understatement to say that I find real joy in good days. You know what I mean - days during which symptoms seem to fade.

Yesterday was one of those days. I could tell the minute that I woke up, swung my feet out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. And noticed....that I wasn't limping. Woo hoo! I threw on my bathrobe and tentatively made my way down the staircase, reveling in the fact that going down the steps only made a small twinge of pain in my knee and hip.

So I knew that one steroid injection into my knee wasn't going to cure my badly damaged joint; that this newfound flexibility was only temporary, but I resolved to enjoy it while it lasted and hopefully not jeopardize the truce that prednisone had created in my cranky knee.

Lulu and decided we'd ignored our walks near the lake for far too long, so we headed down to the park and took a leisurely stroll.

Bliss.

Funny how such a small outing followed by ice and rest can make one's day. Ahhh. Wonder what tomorrow will bring?