5 weeks - FIVE weeks !
Almost 10% of the way to recovery, euh, now that's a humbling number.
No fear, these last days feeling mostly elated, not too bored.
But achy because I am getting more active trying to test my limits without joining the ODIC.
Right. Good luck with that.
Would be nice to have a Knee-o-Meter with a light and sound indicator so you could pace yourself.
And an app to match the effort to what's left in the knees.
Alas and a lack ...
Since the beginning of this week I have been walking without crutches or cane !
Inside. Outside I still use one crutch.
Even though my gait is certainly worthy of the Ministry of Silly Walks, it still gets me from here to there and back again. My PT has me doing exaggerated heel-toe rolling and stepping as if I have to step over a box. I think of that box as my little red box of patience.
I am starting to understand the BS chatter over quads and hamstrings.
I thought that I was out of the woods when I was able to lift my legs right after surgery.
Uhhh, nope, you're thinkin' right ?
I now understand that achieving my bend has more to do with stretching my quads and thick hamstrings than my knee and swelling. My ROM was 60-70 before surgery and also was for many years, so although I have good muscle tone from my elliptical workouts and still being limber - palms on the ground bend those darn hamstrings do not want to accommodate the bend.
Live and learn. Here I was reading those posts and thinking - not me !
Still and all, with my bend I was easily able to go up our 17 stairs to my bedroom for the first time in 4 weeks.
It was more than time for, as Susie it so capapbly formulated it, some connubial bliss...
Ahhhhhh....