On Thursday, I got carried away with my new regimen of walking laps. Three sets of ten-minutes, way too much.
When I went to bed that night, I had nerve pain reflected down at my ankle. I hadn't felt anything like that since before the surgery.
On Friday, it was worse. I had nerve pain running down the back of my leg to my knee, as well as at my ankle. The painkillers took it away for awhile, but it kept coming back.
Needless to say, I have walked no more laps. The only exercise I have gotten is mentally kicking myself.
(Strictly speaking, I have gotten exercise, walking around doing things and fetching things for myself instead of asking Lou to fetch them for me.)
Today was much better. The ankle nerve pain showed up only when the painkiller had long worn off.
So whatever I did to myself on Thursday seems to be wearing off. Thank God.
I know it's human nature to push too hard when you feel a little better, but I still feel like a dope.
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