Spring really feels like it is rolling in around here. The temperatures are fluctuating just above and below freezing. I am longing to spend more time outdoors. Sadly, it is so icy about the yard, walking about is impossible. It's a huge ordeal to get to the van to go for appointments.
I am now into my second week of physio therapy. It's very hard, but I push myself to do it all. My bend and tolerance is quite good, but extension (ie. making the leg stretch out flat) continues to be a challenge.
The other day they measured my extension and it was a *15*. I don't know what that number means, but normal is 0.
I saw the surgeon again today. He was happy with my healing. He also measured my extension at a *10*. My friends, I was so anxious going to that appointment today. Getting that 10 was a huge relief! My orthopedic surgeon is such a wonderful, encouraging doctor. He's one in a million these days. He told me about another patient he had whose extension was slow to come, in fact, he didn't think this gentleman would ever get a straight leg, but it did come along. "Don't lose faith," he said.
This afternoon I iced my knee and put my foot on a pillow and stretched the daylights out of it. Imagine my surprise when I could BARELY manage to squeeze my hand behind my knee! I'm at four weeks and I think it's finally going to go straight!
I went outdoors with my small shovel and cleaned a lot of ice off the side and back porches earlier. The warm weather this week should dry things right up so I can haul my lawn chair out on sunny days!