An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
Today, I put on actual clothes, waddled to the passenger door of the truck, and headed off to my very first session of outpatient rehab. Gee. That wasn’t too bad. Yeah….considering all they did was evaluate how far I’ve come with home exercises, asked questions, did a bit of measuring and such, wasn’t bad at all. Doin’ pretty good actually. The guy, who is all of 10 years old, says I’m fairly far along, so this is a good thing. I’ve been doing all the horrors of the torture chamber requirements, like a good girl. Yeah, I complain, but I do it!
I’ve weaned myself off the walker, mostly, and have been using the cane. I even have managed to use nothing when there is something to hang on to. The problem with losing the walker….I’ve got this great little bag hanging on it that holds all kinds of stuff I have to transport with me….smokes, phone, Kindle, drugs, etc. Oh well, reckon I’ll adapt. Of course, it takes even longer for me to make it across the room than before, but when ya think about it, how much of a hurry am I really in?
One bright spot….I’m actually getting a little more sleep. So, I suppose things are healing. Still have some incidents of excruciating pain AFTER doing some of the exercises, but they keep telling me, it WILL get better. I sure hope so, cuz those ice picks stabbings and outrageous cramps are starting to grate my nerves. The Mr’s too!
So, starting Friday, we get to the meat and potatoes. The REAL agony begins. BRING IT ON!!