Final Lesson: All things come to an end -- even those you hate!
This is definitely the way to start a new year. I was scheduled to start another round of physical therapy today, after being away from the torture instruments all through the holidays. I'd been dreading facing that same old equipment and flat table atmosphere, but when I finished up the previous session before Christmas, I had been given a lecture about my "lack of progress." It sounded like I was going to be doing leg lifts for the rest of my days.
Instead, I spent my morning going over all the things I had learned -- or rather, relearned -- how to do during my 10-day vacation from therapy. I had been to the grocery store, had gone out to dinner several times, was leaving the walker parked in a corner while I waddled around the houseo n my own two feet, had resumed doing most of the cooking, could get in and out of a recliner, and could use the regular shower instead of one of those gerry-rigged bench and long-handled spray devices. No more pain-killers, either! Actually, I realized, I have been feeling pretty good!
So by the time I reached my PT appointment, I was more than a little cocky. I walked into the gym, shoving my walker aside. I ran through the standard list of exercises --leg lifts, toe bends, knee bends, lateral kicks, hip elevations, and knee squeezes. All good. And to my relief, I got sent home. For good. Standards met. Doing well. Keep at it. Mission accomplished!
Don't misunderstand. I probably have a long way to go. I don't move very fast, and I'm not much good a picking stuff up or carrying heavy objects from one place to another. But the pain is gone. The joints that are supposed to move, do so -- a little creaking, mind you, but still moving. And the bones that are supposed to support all this moving around are standing strong and solid again. Take that, pelvic fracture!
Next step -- back to writing!