Sigh....it's over. Who would have thought I would be so sad to have physical therapy come to an end? I am sad, however. It's been a painful but extremely positive experience to work three times a week with someone who is devoted to making me a stronger, healthier person. I suppose this is what it's like to have a personal trainer.
Just to give a few numbers, you may remember that about a week ago my physical therapist measured my knee for Range of Motion and that the measurement was 113 degrees. Today, without any pushing or help, my final Range of Motion measurement was 117 degrees. It would have been great if I could have pushed it on up to 120 degrees, but since 110 was the goal, I'm quite pleased with the 117. My therapists measured my extension which was still 0 degrees with no effort at all. She tested my strength and made me do ALL the machines to get final readings. Instead of my usual 45 minutes of therapy followed by 10 minutes with ice on my knee, I did an hour and 10 minutes of therapy with 10 minutes of ice, so it was my longest therapy session ever. In the end, I "graduated" with passing grades on every measurement. I guess I'm officially back in the land of normal!
It was a long day at school--half sitting in meetings, and half moving more furniture, unpacking more boxes, and generally wearing myself out. By the time I got to physical therapy this afternoon, I thought I was too tired to do anything else, but all that exercise left me strangely exhilarated, although still tired enough to be glad to come home and put my feet up. Fortunately it's the weekend, so I'll say good evening, go off and read for a while, and then go to sleep MUCH later than I do on a regular school night. I love weekends!
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