In March, I fell and dislocated my knee. This was probably the most pain I've felt in my entire life.
After I fell, I pretty much spend the next four days in my bed or on the couch.
I hate feeling helpless. I hated having to ask for help with everything, including taking a bath.
It took all my energy to walk down the stairs to get in the car and go to the doctor.
When I started physical therapy, I was so nervous.
I didn't know what to think or what to expect.
The therapists I have been working are the sweetest most encouraging people I could have been paired with.
That first day of therapy was difficult. The simplest tasks were so difficult.
All I was asked to do was to tighten my muscles and lift my leg off the table I was sitting on.
The pain was intense plus the realization that I couldn't complete this simple task got me pretty upset.
I remember thinking "This is such a simple task, why can't I do it?"
It took awhile for me to adjust to walking much slower, taking the steps one at a time, not being able to drive.
But I have made a lot of progress. It took work but now I can drive, I can walk pretty close to what my normal pace was, and I am no longer taking the steps one at a time (still slowly though). My knee still gets irritated if I stand to long or spend too much time walking but it's getting better.
After going to therapy twice a week for the past five weeks, I am happy to say that today should be my last physical therapy session. I just might have to find a small way to celebrate.
p.s. Thanks for all your responses to yesterdays post.