Moments of Freedom: Movement

About a week and a half after the surgery, I was walking in the treadmill, sporting a new sports bra underneath my tee shirt.  I had get off for a second to pick something off the floor when I noticed something different.  Something good. 

You see, before the surgery, I would always calculate the effort and inconvenience it would take to bend over to pick something up.  Effort, meaning to strain on my back.   Inconvenience meaning the likelihood of my bra strap slipping off my narrow shoulders, then having to hoist it back up again--additional effort.

As usual, I calculated.  Seeing as it was my water bottle I needed, I figured it was worth it.

Then it happened.  

Nothing.

There was no back strain.  My bra strap didn't slip--racer backs can't (I've never been able to wear this style before).

My eyes welled up with tears as  I moved my arms and torso in all directions with out ANY negative consequences.  I know it seems like a small thing, but it is huge to me.

I have been enjoying picking things up, like Liam, liberally without calculating and without the prior the effort or inconvenience.  Freedom indeed :)