Yesterday I returned to physical therapy, much more painful and ultimately more effective than home PT. Due to administrative red tape, there had been a two week break between the two and my leg was getting stiffer. After a challenging hour-long session, I began to feel hopeful again and my new knee is moving with more ease today.
So now I'm in for the next long haul: three times a week for six weeks, plus three daily at-home exercise routines.
I'm not all sunshine yet; I'm moody, prickly, and cry easily. Betty did some research and told me that post surgery depression is common. Three hours under anesthesia together with pharmaceuticals--it takes a while to get all that out of the system.
I can drive, clean my house, get in and out of the bathtub, and even walk Luci around the block, but I'm doing everything in slow gear.
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