Recovery journal

Day 25: It's hard. That's why I dread the kitchen now-a-days. A quick meal takes double the time to prepare. Today, as I stood in one spot preparing a salad I was dripping with sweat. Every turn is a hassle. How do I get the glass, plate, skillet, etc. from one spot to the other? My hands are holding the crutches. It's hard, but it's not impossible. I just have to clear the road blocks in my head.