Lordy Lordy, Todd turned 40!
Last weekend, we threw a surprise birthday pool party for my good friend Todd. He turned 40. There was cake!
The cake was delicious!
In other news, I started physical therapy last week, three times a week. I am pleased to say my recovery continues to exceed everyone's expectations. Last Monday was the first day I was allowed to put any weight on my foot. I could barely put 40 lbs on my foot without cringing. By Wednesday I could my entire body weight on one foot (185lbs) although I cannot balance on it without holding something for support. Over the weekend, I basically stood and started to hobble around without crutches, spending several hours standing and watching my volleyball and softball teams play games. I'm still quite a ways from being independently mobile and I need to be careful not to re-injure myself during this process.
That being said, I really enjoy the days I conduct independent physical therapy. I can stay longer, focus on the exercises discussed during my sessions, and push myself to make those slow but steady gains. It hurts like hell, but the fear of pain has never worked well as a deterrent in my life. And I'm so happy too; the original prognosis was so dire, and I'm going to be walking in some way, shape or form about 4-6 months ahead of the initial projections. I got lucky for sure, but I have to keep the pace up to continue making headway on the recovery. Ice and Advil are wonderful, wonderful things these days as I continue on my schedule to what had better be a full recovery. That's my goal and I won't shoot for anything less.
The cake was delicious!
In other news, I started physical therapy last week, three times a week. I am pleased to say my recovery continues to exceed everyone's expectations. Last Monday was the first day I was allowed to put any weight on my foot. I could barely put 40 lbs on my foot without cringing. By Wednesday I could my entire body weight on one foot (185lbs) although I cannot balance on it without holding something for support. Over the weekend, I basically stood and started to hobble around without crutches, spending several hours standing and watching my volleyball and softball teams play games. I'm still quite a ways from being independently mobile and I need to be careful not to re-injure myself during this process.
That being said, I really enjoy the days I conduct independent physical therapy. I can stay longer, focus on the exercises discussed during my sessions, and push myself to make those slow but steady gains. It hurts like hell, but the fear of pain has never worked well as a deterrent in my life. And I'm so happy too; the original prognosis was so dire, and I'm going to be walking in some way, shape or form about 4-6 months ahead of the initial projections. I got lucky for sure, but I have to keep the pace up to continue making headway on the recovery. Ice and Advil are wonderful, wonderful things these days as I continue on my schedule to what had better be a full recovery. That's my goal and I won't shoot for anything less.