Yesterday, in case you couldn't tell, was a somewhat droopy day. I must have forgotten to tell myself that every day, in every way, I was getting better and better, but you know what? I really am. All my life I've told myself that one of my few virtues was patience, but I have not been as patient as I should have been. No, I may not be progressing as quickly as I'd wish, but I am making progress, inch by inch, and I am getting better every day.
Quantifiable results are the best measure of this progress because no matter how much I wrote about my 2011 TKR, I just don't remember how I felt. So to counter that lack of subjective information, I will offer numbers. My PT numbers today were 5 and 90. I'm a little disappointed in the 5 because I really wanted to be at 0 and 90 for my doctor visit on Wednesday, and who knows--maybe if I exercise effectively this afternoon and tomorrow, I'll get to 0 or at least 1 or 2 by Wednesday. The 90, however, is where I wanted to be at this point, so that's a legitimately positive outcome for me at this point in my recovery.
When Stan and I left for PT this morning at 11:00, it was cold, gray, breezy, and very damp but not raining. When we left PT at noon, it was still the same, and fortunately remained that way until just after we got home when it started raining steadily and continued for the next 4 hours. Does nasty weather make your knees feel worse if they aren't real knees? Inquiring minds want to know!
On this gloomy, rainy afternoon, we both read and dozed, chatted and had soup and sandwiches for dinner before Stan left to meet a friend at the Rec. Center at 7:00. I'm reading and writing, and I'm still icing my leg--it aches! But aching is a good thing when it comes from a vigorous workout, so I'll just ignore it and start a new mystery. Until tomorrow....
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