Yesterday at PT I did my routine as usual and when I got about 2/3 done my therapist beckoned me over to the parallel bars, told me to put my cane down, and to walk back and forth while he watched. So I walked, then I vogue walked a little, then I threw in a grapevine. He said, "you're not using the cane at all at home, are you?" well, no, not really, except for some mornings until the knee warms up, and I do try to remember to grab it when I leave the house. I said, "does this mean I can stop pretending to use it here?" and he said that yes, I could, adding that he has learned to pick his battles with me and wasn't going to make an issue of the cane. Then he said, "you are going to do things your own way, and I have to admit that for you, your way is usually right." I told him I'd been abusing my body for going on 61 years and had a pretty good idea of what it could do and how much it could take.
So things seem to have come full circle from my very first post here last year, when the same therapist grudgingly allowed me to graduate from the walker to the cane, with the now infamous line, "You are having a Textbook-Perfect Recovery from partial knee replacement , Don't Mess It Up!"
A new and unexpected phenomenon: knee got Too Cold this morning, I don't recall it ever happening before. Almost Cold Enough, sure, but never TOO cold. Must be some new nerves waking up. I added an extra layer of cloth between me and the icing cuff and may well have to ice intermittently while elevating. Weird. The knee is certainly generating less heat than it was, and our scorching hot late summer temperatures have moderated at last. Highs this week will only be in the low 90s and we have turned the AC off and opened the windows. I think i'll tell the Ice Sherpa he doesn't have to pick up another bag until tomorrow.