11:15 p.m…The bike and I did not get along well the first time. The fly wheel went around fast before I could stop it, and bent my knee too far and too fast. Something popped and started to burn. I can’t tell you how much that hurt.
Another thing about my physical therapist: I think he’s a sadist. When Steve and Beth were going to therapy after their respective surgeries, the therapists told them to push, but to stop if it began to hurt. My therapist literally tries to make me hurt. Steve was actually the first to say that, and I agree. He bends my knee till I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t think this man should be a therapist.
Thought I’d share this picture. The man on the far left is my cousin Wendy’s husband, Rob. They went to Scotland recently, both for a vacation and a family wedding. All the men in the wedding wore kilts.
Rob is the cousin who was on his way to work at the Pentagon the morning the planes hit on 9/11. He saw the plane hit, but he was thankfully not in the building yet.
Steve went to Walmart and got me a recumbent bike for my exercise. The doctor told me to use one to exercise my knee. I’ve had a couple of bikes before, but they were not comfortable. This one has a good padded, chair type seat. And it’s right here next to my chair so it’s easy to get to. It takes up a lot of room now, but later we’ll move it, when I can climb stairs.
I have decided not to return to the physical therapy place I was going. I don’t care for the therapist, and Thursday they had me doing something that could be dangerous for my leg. They want me doing certain things, when the doctor said do something else. They want me off my cane, eventhough the doctor just told me to switch from the walker to the cane. Today I walked a little without it, and my knee buckled and I started to fall. Fortunately, I was able to grab a couple of pieces of furniture, so I didn’t actually hit the floor. It scared me.
The therapist, rather than being encouraging, makes fun of me for things I’m not yet able to do. That might be encouragement to him, but I don’t like it. And I’m not going to pay him to do it.
So I’m using some of their techniques, at home. I can do all the same stuff they do anyway.
Right now, I am having a lot of deep bone pain. They have to drill into the tibia (lower leg bone) to put the stem of the knee part. That’s where I’m feeling the pain right now. It will suddenly feel like somebody is using an 18 volt DeWalt, to drill right through my knee.
While Steve was gone, I got up to do a few things. I picked up some boxes and the newspaper to throw away, fed the cats, cleaned the kitchen counter, cleaned the grease off the back of the stove, and rewashed a load of clothes that didn’t get clean enough the first time. That absolutely wore me out.