I finally met with my physical therapist and one of her students yesterday. The appointment went really, really well and she is extremely pleased with my progress. She laughed when I told her about leaving the hospital early and going to the stairwell to navigate the steps so I could leave early. She asked the student if he could tell what kind of patient I would be. At this point i'm just ready to GO. I don't want to hurt myself, or do something stupid, but i'm going to push myself so i'm ready to walk when I get the go ahead.
I was mistaken the other day when I said my range of motion was at 70, it's at 94.. or at least it was yesterday. It could be more now. My flexion is at 0 when I rest it down on the floor or the therapists table. However I can't keep it at 0 when lifting my leg straight up, which is fine, for now. For my therapy I had little electrodes stuck to my leg transmitting a pulse for 10 seconds every minute. When I felt the pulse I had to flex my leg and concentrate on pushing my knee down on the table. This is supposed to strengthen the muscle and encourage healing, without stressing my knee and new femur. I go back to physical therapy next week, and will go 3 times a week for a month. When my surgeon clears me to walk my therapist will reevaluate my progress and we'll set new goals and plan new exercises.
After my physical therapy appointment my husband and I went to the gym to lift some weights. It was fun and I got lots of stares with my bandaged leg, brace and crutches. It felt SO good getting out and doing something physical. The only problem was that I was pooped by the time we were done and I just couldn't hobble through the parking lot to the car, so I stood on the curb while my husband brought the car to me. He's nice like that!
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