Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Yesterday was Day 18 post-knee arthroscopy. I went to physical therapy yesterday. I worked my way up to 111 minutes on the bike this weekend, so I felt pretty good going into therapy. Thanks to my husband and teammates, I resisted the urge to go for a jog over the weekend.
At therapy, I did my required exercises (including a whopping 8 minutes on the bike). The therapist working with me put me through the paces, and then said "Do you really think you need to see us anymore?" Of course I didn't think so, but I didn't think it was my place. I'm paying them to tell me what I need to do and how I'm doing, right? One of the lessons that I learned the past few months is that I can't always be in control.
So the therapist put me through the paces, and told me she didn't think I need them anymore. I can always call with questions, and I shouldn't run for 1-3 more weeks, but I am discharged. YES! My new office at work is literally steps away from our cardiac rehab area (which doubles as the employee gym). I can do a lot more rehabbing there than I can driving back and forth to PT.
After what feels like months of setbacks and unexpected illness/injury, this feels like a giant leap forward! I am sore today from PT yesterday, but I'm thinking it is a good sore. Bring it on!