After a nine-hour car trip home from Chicago yesterday and a late-afternoon appointment with my sadis … er, physical therapist today, I’m worn out. I’m going to sit in the easy chair, put an ice pack on my knee and watch the Olympics.
The swelling in the knee is finally receding — I see the outline of a kneecap now — but I’ve got a ways to go. Same goes for range of motion: better, but a long way to go. The physical therapist told me this is the critical period … people who don’t do their exercises at this point in the post-surgical recovery are the ones who end up with frozen knees. Having lived through a frozen shoulder (courtesy of a totally incompetent physical therapist in California), I won’t let that happen to the knee.
Now off to the easy chair.