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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

WEEK 2, DAY 5.

There's not a whole lot to report on now. The exercises are getting easier--which is good--but I still walk funny. Of course, less than three weeks out, I expected that. However, now I can at least walk around the office and around the house without having to use the crutches. After a couple of weeks, your hands start to hurt from using them, so it's a relief to not have to do so all the time.

I did accomplish my other goal last Friday of getting over the hurdles cleanly. It's an odd sensation. I know I'm making progress just by the increasing number of things I can do in PT every week, but whenever I go home I feel like I'm standing still. I suppose that when I'm home I measure progress by what I can do around the house (very little), whereas when I'm in PT I measure progress by comparing myself to last week (more every time). As long as the gap is closing between the two, I guess I'm okay.

Gnarly picture time! Although the surgery itself takes place through one small incision and four small holes for the arthroscope, for some reason my entire leg is bruising (pic). That's not for the squeamish.

This week's new goal: Getting my car back. Ever since the surgery I've had to use Dad's automatic-transmission car because I can't use the clutch on mine (left leg-clutch leg). Now, there's nothing wrong with Dad's's a respectable family sedan...but mine's more fun. My physical therapist (from now on, I'm just typing "PTist" -- it's easier) said I should hold off another week on the car, just to be safe.

My PTist also said I can just come in once a week from now on instead of twice weekly. Almost everything I do now (except for the bike), I can do just as easily at home, so as long as I stick to my nightly hour-o-pain workout, I should be good. Supposedly I get some new, exciting, painful exercises come Thursday, so I'm looking forward to that. Because, you know, what I really need now is more pain.

Speaking of pain, the hamstring still doesn't work, but I can get my foot about two to three inches off the ground before it starts feeling like someone's stabbing me in the back of the leg. It's weird...the pain doesn't gradually increase, it's more like, "a little bit higher...a little bit higher... a little bit--YOWWWWWWW!!!" I can't even begin to describe how much I'm ready for THAT to go away.

Anyway, everything's progressing, just slowly. More later this week!

Updated at 4:18 PM


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