Physical Therapy

Yesterday I went for my physical therapy evaluation. I was poked, prodded, and measured every which way, and the therapist filled out pages of paperwork. Once they receive approval from Oxford with the number of visits I'm allowed, we can begin. In the meantime, I have seven exercises to perform at home twice a day, plus he approved the two exercises I was performing on our weight machines. Put the kabosh on walks on the treadmill for the near future, though, but I can walk around the neighborhood. Unfortunately, that's still in the dreaded Herman Munster boot unless I can convince Dr. Healey via phone to let me wear the aircast locally.

I made it into the office twice this week via bus and subway. Ed was not thrilled about letting me go off on my own, but it helped my confidence immeasurably to accomplish it. Monday night, I was exhausted, my foot was swollen, and I slept for 10 hours. Thursday night, I was tired, my foot was a bit less swollen and I slept for 9 hours. I think the two days' rest in between trips really helped, and since I'm working from home this coming week, I'll have more of a chance to work on my exercises and build up my stamina.

Every week I'm getting a little stronger and a little more confident in my ability eventually to "ambulate normally," as I like to say. One of these days, I may lose my "Gimpy" designation!