So begins my first day of house arrest. Day 01/90 to be precise. What was supposed to be an easy knee surgery to repair a torn meniscus evolved into something far more elaborate. Cutting and reconstructing of ligaments. Drilling of holes. Oy. For the next three months, there shall be none of this.
And none of this.
None of this either.
Or this.
Definitely none of that.
Or any of this. Sigh.
Just this.
And this for now.
House arrest sucks.
Whiny Sheela signing off
Sheela Writes 
I pulled a hamstring really bad while practicing yoga and wasn’t active for three months either. I started practicing a month ago and I still feel it here and there… However, during my recovery, writing kept me sane. I hope it does for you too! Feel better! It’ll go by quick..
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Hey there 🙂 I’ve been sliced and diced and mostly bedridden. It’s driving me insane. Sigh. Thank god I work from home so the mind shan’t wither up and there’s my blog to keep things going too. Thanks SO much for writing 🙂
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Good! Keep those posts coming 🙂
Have a great day!
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Ouch, three months? That is tough for a fitness junkie. Wishing you speedy healing!
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And it’s only the first day. ARRGGHH. It is what it is 🙂 thank you!! xoxo
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This made me giggle. You’re very creative and it’s obvious that you have a natural talent for writing. I hope you have a quick and healthy recovery! You’ll be back to yoga in no time 🙂
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Fingers and toes crossed 😉
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