The Crow Eating Hermit

I have always been independent.  To a fault.  I can do it myself.  Pass the crow, please.
I can't do it myself.  I have been amazed at how much help I have received - and how badly I have needed it.  It takes a good 2 weeks to get past the acute effects of the surgery or any of my adventures in body mangling.  I have had people come in and take over my jobs for the last 2 weeks.  I have felt like a slime, a burden, and a lazy bum.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!  Meals have been brought in and morale lifted.  Horses have been fed, watered, pens cleaned, sent for exercise, and loved on.  Not least is my hubby who has put up with my whining about not being able to get out to the horses, where is my ice pack, can you help me set up the "rack", can you strap me in, I gotta pee - can you unstrap me?  What do you mean you have no shirts?  Why have you been wearing them!?  [My brother once accused me of wanting to coat my cookies in urethane to preserve them forever.  Perhaps it was because he sat and ate 300 wedding cookies my mom had made for a bake sale or something. I never trusted him with a cookie again!]
I am improving.  I am transitioning from a walker to a cane around the house.  If I get too tired I start dragging my leg.  Seems my quads have gone on vacation.  My new physical therapist taught me to isolate my quads and that has been a big help in getting my knee to bend correctly.  Look out!  Here I come. ;}