Yesterday was a big day for me; those of you who have been following my path from surgery to recovery will have noted that I haven't mentioned Frankenstein's boot for a while - this was the inflatable, rigid foot device that replaced my plaster cast and enabled me to commence physiotherapy. It is in physio that I have graduated.
For former athletes like me, it does not come easily to be ranked among the weak and afflicted and when I met Phil, my physio, I could not resist telling him how many miles a week I used to run, or how often I used to swim. Only later did I reflect on how lame this must have sounded: the truth is that we are only good for what we do now (unless, of course you used to be a premiership footballer). I resolved simply to be good at whatever Phil asked me to do. So I balanced on the wobble board, traversed the foam balancing beam, cycled 2 virtual miles on the cycle and generally tried to be vigorous.
Last week the man-who-cut-off-my-heel-only-to-fasten-it-firmly-back-with-a-titanium-screw said that I could remove the boot and start to walk around unaided. Yesterday Phil reviewed my progress and gave me the good news: from next Monday I graduate into an exercise class: Advanced Ankle.
I know you will all share the joy.
3 comments:
Well done.
I've come to realise that age does have certain disadvantages. I can't do the things I used to do without a bit more effort being involved but I'm determined to keep doing what I can for as long as I can.
I'm sure that you'll recover well. I look forward to the updates.
Congratulations!
Must be so frustrating for you though, but it sounds like you are making excellent progess with the exercises.
You`ll be back runninng again before you know it, I`m sure :)
Best of luck with it all!
Thanks both for your comments. I'm dreading going back to work...how am I going to fit blogging in?
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