Well, as I write this, I am officially a week and a few hours post-op, and, I must say, it has been a nice recovery so far. I went in for my first PT session today — at ActiveCare in the Inner Richmond — and it actually went really well.
After spending a few minutes making my trademark awkward smalltalk with the painfully cute girl at the front desk, she was spared by the arrival of my physical therapist, Cort (Court? Corte?). I must admit that I was a little apprehensive about therapy, mostly do to the fact that I am about as flexible as a pregnant wildebeest, something that is made abundantly clear by these type of appointments. However, once he led me through the door, I quickly realized that my task was more daunting than I could have possibly imagined. I was greeted by a roughly 15-step staircase up to the training room. Uh oh. Does he realize that I have leg braces set to only bend 10 degrees? How the fuck is this gonna work? I quickly decided, screw it, if I fall backwards on my head, at least I am in a building full of trained people, who will know what to do. Right?
That said, navigating the stairs was easier than me or Cort thought, and my triumphant ascent set nice tone for the entire visit. He was really pleased with the strength in my knees (I can now walk pretty comfortably without crutches) and quads (essential to successful ACL rehab), as well as my flexibility (100 degree-plus in my left leg, a little less in my right). He was impressed with how my recovery is going, and he guessed that I would be able to go back to driving, being more active, and, amazingly, even riding a stationary or road bike very soon. Awesome news. I really miss riding my bike.
Anywhoo, my next big date is November 30th. That's when I am going in for another meeting with the good doctor, and, hopefully, my sutures are going to be removed, so I can take a real shower and wash the increasingly pungent man-musk off my body.
In other news, one of the more surprising difficulties I've had with this process is trouble sleeping. I've never struggled sleeping, and, because of my lack of activity during the day, I have found it hard to get to sleep before 3 am, now that I am not taking painkillers. Just one of those unavoidable pains in the ass. That said, I really don't mind because it's not like I've got to be at work in the morning (hoping to get back in two weeks max), plus it gives me plenty of quality time with FIFA '10, It's Always Sunny, and one of my most daunting (and favorite) assingments — picking my Top 10 Albums of the Decade for the Guardian. Yeah, the decade. Uhhhh. Any suggestions? Seriously? Anybody? Help...
Till next time,
Dan
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