It’s 3:33 AM.  My feet are freezing.  I can’t put a blanket over myself because it is too painful to have any weight on my leg.  Since my visit to the ER a few hours earlier I am now lying in bed with a full leg brace, not allowing me to bend my knee. How do I get socks on? I can’t reach that far down even after months of stretching and losing 30 lbs to get into the best shape of my life. I crawl out of bed to the floor, dragging my body into the kitchen, and find two salad tongs in the drawer.  Back to the bedroom, I grab the warmest foot apparel and begin the arduous task of putting a sock on. Sweating, gritting, but determined, I talk softly to myself – here we go, you got this, come on baby – get the sock over my big toe, falls off, get it on the little toes, falls off, after a few minutes of moving around it somehow clings to all toes and charitably falls over the pad of my foot – I pull the wool comfort over my frozen size 12.  I smile. Climbing back