Just got back from physical therapy. Today was much harder than yesterday. I think two days in a row about did me in.
I’m very surprised by this group of physical therapists. Because they are doing things totally different than the ones I saw after the first surgery on my ankle.
The first ones weren’t very hands on. They mainly just put me on machines, one of which caused a stress fracture. Thus six weeks in a cast and back on a scooter.
This group manually manipulates my foot and ankle, and has me do all sorts of stretching with bands and such. The only machine I use is the bicycle, and they tell me to just go as slow as I want. Today I did it without the boot. Wasn’t bad.
They do ice compression and then ultrasound at the end. So I am there an hour to an hour and a half.
I asked two physical therapists what they thought my odds are. They were reluctant to give me a lot of hope. They said I’ve had two surgeries and now lots of arthritis in the area.
Ultimately, they said they thought I would get somewhat better. But not to assume I’d be able to walk without pain, at least not all of the time.
They said their hope was to make things better. Quality of life better. But I’m not a youngster anymore. So the tread on my tires is considerable.
I guess my conservative hope is that the pain won’t be so bad. And that I can walk more. My ultimate hope is that I won’t have to wear the boot. But the jury is out on that one.
Sometimes you can have hope and be positive. But still be able and willing to accept what limitations you may end up with. And then move on, and live life the best you can. While being thankful for what you do have.