Ramping up my physio not only involved the intro of a stationary bike but some new and exciting exercises. It does get a bit monotonous doing the same ones all the time and it’s very easy to get complacent. Anyway, I was excited to spice things up - not another reference to being Back in the Saddle btw..........
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Getting back on a bike has given me a new and improved outlook on my rehab, despite staying in the one spot in the yard. I realised I needed it earlier in the week when I seriously considered parking in a disabled parking bay after running one too many errands made my knee sore............
My physio delivered on his promise, ramping up my rehab with a bit of stationary cycling.............
I am officially stir crazy at home - a good run (happy to accept walk now) is like a cup of coffee....I'm much nicer after I've had one. Going to Woolies does not count as being active and I am desperate to get out and walk and keep on walking..........
The much anticipated start of the footie season started yesterday. Sitting down to watch Tigers vs Carlton, with a meat pie and a G&T, little did we know that our favourite player, Alex Rance, would have his season come to an abrupt end on what was his 200th game...........
Seeing how hunched I was as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in an empty shop window yesterday was enough to to make me walk tall despite feeling like I had a steel rod up my bum...........
I simply got in the car and drove. It was as boring as that. I had imagined that this moment would be life changing, sealing the deal on my independence and putting my life back on track, all with one good leg...........
My Ironman training has reached a plateau. I am recovering well from the surgery, my crutches have gone, I'm not in any pain, sleep has returned to its usual average quality, I'm back in business in the kitchen and I even wrote a list of jobs I needed to do the other day. But....... I was addicted to Netflix (and particulary Homeland) within 2 days of being at home and I could not go 15 minutes without checking Facebook, scrolling down without paying an ounce of attention to what I was looking at.............
Slightly off topic, but it was my sisters birthday last week. I realised it was coming up 10 days prior. As I stared at the date on my laptop this morning, "I got to thinking" (Sex and the City fans will remember those words - I've wanted to write that for ages) about why I had done nothing about it............
Feeling like Captain Hector Barbossa, I walked away from the hospital without the use of my crutches, as high as a kite. It was such a great feeling to be free of them but I soon wondered, however was I going to get about............
Appointments are what I look forward to, along with my family coming home from school each day. Visiting the surgeon was a big one for me. I desperately needed to know I was doing ok, the surgery had been a success and that I could start walking without my crutches.............
I have always known that I am a complete and utter control freak, but it is now coming back to well and truly bite me on the bum...........
Having to slow down is just not me. The steps goal on my Garmin has gone so low that I swear it thinks I'm dead.............
With much anticipation and after 7 days of what felt like house arrest, I was to be let out to visit the physio. But as the time drew closer, I got more and more apprehensive about going outside. I sat in the waiting room, really glad that there weren't lots of people...........
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