Week 5: Training Your PT
After a four day break from PT (I go twice a week), I waltzed into the gym twirling my cane like a baton and showed off my moves. Yes, after no PT for four days, even Lefty was a model good knee and I walk like a champ. I told my PT, "This is what four days without PT can do." He of course said my stellar performance is because of his wonderful work last Wednesday. I smiled and said nothing. It's maybe a little of both.
I say that because I think I get some benefit from PT. I'm also going to qualify that answer by saying I TRAINED my therapist. We only do exercises I find useful. I encourage massages, some nice stretches that NEVER go too far and always stop when I say stop. Balance exercises are useful. I have had good flexion from day 1 (literally... my OS the day after surgery tested my flexion, found it at 90 in both knees, and beamed as though he'd given birth to a prodigy), so I've been walking a bit ahead of the curve. Balance is where I'm most lacking. Trusting my knees is where I'm also lacking. So working on these things in PT, with the therapist on hand to prevent falls as I (today) stepped over cones sans cane, is beneficial to me.
You control your PT. My mother, who has had both knees replaced herself, finds this concept alien. She says I must follow the PT, and do everything they say. I smile and redirect. She had great results, so can't argue with her. But I'm having great results, too, and I use my PT as a resource. Now that we've butted heads a few times, we understand each other. He knows I won't agree to strength training. He knows when I say no, I mean no. He also knows that if I reject an exercise one week, I might reconsider it a week or two later when I feel my knee is ready. He knows I'm in charge. And he knows I'm serious about getting good results and exercise at home--I say all the time that's mostly just walking, lots of it, and ADLs--and am making good progress. Progress is what he's most interested in, after all. Progress is how his contribution will be judged. So he's getting what he most wants, and I'm getting those things I most want.
Yesterday was a full day of Father's Day celebration and game-playing at SIL's house. I took advantage of the change in venue to take a nice walk around her subdivision, which is a bit hillier than around my house. It also has way few tall trees and, so, much less shade. Very hot. I enjoyed the walk but ended up thirsty. Of course I had brought my great big gel ice packs, so I iced and sipped fruit coolers out on the shaded patio. All I needed was a servant with a fan and one to feed me grapes.
The knees were sore last night (iced again on the car ride home and then before bed), but they woke up almost pain-free. Lefty continues to be sore until loosening up, but that didn't take very long. I went down the stairs foot over foot this morning. I've been practicing a few steps here and there for a week now. It worked, but it was probably scary to watch. All I can say is thank goodness for handrails. Though I was never in any danger of falling, I think I'll keep using my cane on stairs for a while.
I've also got a pimple or something on the left incision. It's like the incision split and this tiny red pimple is poking through. It doesn't hurt at all, is in no way sore or tender; it just looks funny. I'm thinking it might be a stitch coming through or something. The PT also thought it might be a stitch. I figure if it gets angry, red around the edges, or spreads in any way, I will call the OS. Any thoughts?