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Apr. 20th, 2005 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaLovely. Just lovely.
Physical therapist sighed when I clomped into the office today on crutches.
"Pain along the inside and bottom?"
Yes, that's it exactly.
"What were you doing when it went back to solid pain?"
Walking back to my room from the bathroom. No weight on it, leg swinging forward for the next step. The parallel to the original injury was not lost on him. Jared's a sharp cookie, which is why I'm sticking with him.
"Did the lower leg wobble to the outside?"
... Now how the bloody hell did you know that? [Yes, I actually said that. It earned me a wry smile. ]
"How do you know how to fix a computer?"
Well, it's my jo... oh. Yeah. Job. Got it. I'll catch up, honest...
"You wobbled Monday when I had you walk the stairs. After you left I had a chance to look over the MRI report and the report from Dr. Nwaneri. There's a cartilage abrasion, and you seem to have managed to sprain things when you ripped the ACL. Up on the table..."
And it went from there. Slow exercises with light weights, measurements of just where the pain hits and doing what, notations on degrees of mobility and what angles cause the white knuckle flinches. I'm back on the crutches for the moment, with cautions to keep my right leg, ALL of it, pointed in one direction at any given time. No pivots, no turns, no angles... not until the inside ligaments can be brought back to tone. At least I wasn't told to bolt myself back into the brace. I'm not sure I could've handled that... and Jared probably knew that. He spends more time watching my eyes than most; at a guess he's spent time around a chameleon before and knows what to look for.
*sigh*
On the bright side, one of the angles/positions that -are- useable is the position my leg would sit in to use the accelerator pedal in the truck. There's a good one:
I'm less than amused, I can assure you. It reminds me of the tag line for the truly awful movie Blood Beach:
I'm going to ... do something. I have no idea what. Last night... last night was very very bad. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rowandoll, jhyanmar, and wibbble for taking the time to haul my fat, morosely depressed ass out of the hole I was trying to crawl into. Hopefully tonight won't be as bad.
What? Last I checked I'm still allowed to hope.
Physical therapist sighed when I clomped into the office today on crutches.
"Pain along the inside and bottom?"
Yes, that's it exactly.
"What were you doing when it went back to solid pain?"
Walking back to my room from the bathroom. No weight on it, leg swinging forward for the next step. The parallel to the original injury was not lost on him. Jared's a sharp cookie, which is why I'm sticking with him.
"Did the lower leg wobble to the outside?"
... Now how the bloody hell did you know that? [Yes, I actually said that. It earned me a wry smile. ]
"How do you know how to fix a computer?"
Well, it's my jo... oh. Yeah. Job. Got it. I'll catch up, honest...
"You wobbled Monday when I had you walk the stairs. After you left I had a chance to look over the MRI report and the report from Dr. Nwaneri. There's a cartilage abrasion, and you seem to have managed to sprain things when you ripped the ACL. Up on the table..."
And it went from there. Slow exercises with light weights, measurements of just where the pain hits and doing what, notations on degrees of mobility and what angles cause the white knuckle flinches. I'm back on the crutches for the moment, with cautions to keep my right leg, ALL of it, pointed in one direction at any given time. No pivots, no turns, no angles... not until the inside ligaments can be brought back to tone. At least I wasn't told to bolt myself back into the brace. I'm not sure I could've handled that... and Jared probably knew that. He spends more time watching my eyes than most; at a guess he's spent time around a chameleon before and knows what to look for.
*sigh*
On the bright side, one of the angles/positions that -are- useable is the position my leg would sit in to use the accelerator pedal in the truck. There's a good one:
I can drive... provided I can get to the damned truck.
I'm less than amused, I can assure you. It reminds me of the tag line for the truly awful movie Blood Beach:
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water... you can't get TO it...
I'm going to ... do something. I have no idea what. Last night... last night was very very bad. Many thanks to
rowandoll, jhyanmar, and wibbble for taking the time to haul my fat, morosely depressed ass out of the hole I was trying to crawl into. Hopefully tonight won't be as bad.What? Last I checked I'm still allowed to hope.
