I had my first session with the home therapist today. Let me tell you, doing it at home, in the comfort of your own surroundings, doesn't mean that it'll be a piece of cake. The good news is, she gave me essentially the same exercises to do that one of therapists at the hospital did. The bad news is, one exercise, which I'd pretty much convinced myself couldn't possibly be what she meant, was, in fact, what she meant. Its not easy.
Its also a delight when an independent agency looks at the side of your leg and whistles -- and not in a good way. I told her that I'd been saying my leg looks like I'd been hauled behind the truck for a while, or hit with a baseball bat and a bicycle chain, and she agreed. "Thats's about it", she said, looking with what appeared to be awe at the long series of black and blue splotches. She peeled off the dressings and showed them to me -- oh, look, dried blood and miscellaneous gunk -- but apparently the message was that this was goodness; they're not leaking, the staples are holding nicely. Um, okay, I guess thats good to know, too.
She did say that I appear to be walking fairly well with the walker, and she thought I could put a little more weight on my foot than I have been. Not enough to hurt, but more than I have. And she said I can probably go back to walking normally, so far as I can, rather than balancing on the toes of that foot. Walking heel-first felt -- odd, as if I haven't been doing it that way since forever.
Think I'll take a nap.
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