I was surprised this morning to realize that it’s been a week since my surgery. The first week went fast. Or is it that I expected to feel much improved by the one week mark? We always want instant gratification. It’s humbling, in a way, to still need to ask for help sometimes. To be OK with someone carrying my bag or refilling my water for me. I’m such an independent person, and these crutches have allowed me to venture into the uncomfortable zone of dependency.