I'm so done with typing on the iPhone for today...

Today's been an up and down day in regards to this knee. All day, it's hurt the least since the injury. I was expecting it to hurt because of the therapy yesterday, but it really helped. Also, I didn't have much of anything to do all day, so I've been able to rest my knee and get other random things accomplished. Things like watching classic Doctor Who, crocheting, and making a few business phone calls. 

Then I got an email. I'm a sound technician at my church and the woman who schedules things emailed asking for me to notify her when I will be recovered enough to work again. A sound tech doesn't just dial things on the board, you have to set the stage. And that requires lifted 50 lb monitors, moving keyboards and pianos, and moving drum shields and drum kits. And that's just the heavy stuff. Sound techs do all the little things too. I responded that if I had help with set up that I could do the little things and still sit in the back and press buttons. But she said (I don't know if for insurance or just for preference) that because she doesn't want me falling again in the middle of church service(which I definitely wouldn't want either) or hurting myself in any other way in the job, she doesn't want me back on schedule until I can do the complete job. Well, now I feel useless. 

I know I have to rest. I know I have to take it slow. I know it will be a long process. That being said, please let me do something where I can still feel useful!

Over the weekend, at my church's women's retreat, I still helped the committee set up and tear down things. My mom was on the committee and my personality tells me I can't just sit there and not help. So I successfully did stationary jobs: opening flats of bottled water, filling goodie bags, separating gum 2-packs. Little did I know that the hotel's freezers don't actually freeze, so I was sore the whole weekend from generally more movement than normal, but it was worth it because I could help out and I didn't feel useless in this state. 

It was times like this that was followed by a woman walking up to me saying, "Bekah! Why are you standing! Go sit down! I'll get it for you!"

"But I have to get the blood circulating... My butt falls asleep when I sit"

Also, it's quite a comedy to see me get up after sitting on the floor. I'm stubborn. But I do it because I still want to be able to do things, like help my dad replace a bathroom sink, so I sit on the floor and read the directions and hand him parts. 

All that to say, not being able to be back on sound team is going to kill me.