Just returned from my second day of physical therapy for my injured leg.
I am so happy because with one day of PT under my belt, they have noticed I can bend my leg more. Exhilarating! Improvement!
Each day, progress!
I am still being transported in the back seat of my car. I still cannot sit in the passenger seat of my car because I have to continue to wear my leg brace. That will be the next big step, bending my leg enough that I can sit in the passenger seat of my car. Bill still would have to chauffeur me but at least I can drive up front with the big people.
I am so impressed with the physical therapy that I am now receiving. These people know what they are doing and they are so nice. As I mentioned in earlier posts, the last time I had physical therapy on my leg (the other one) was when I was in the Army. I had dislocated my right knee. The physical therapy at that time was Army conducted. Maybe not so nice but they got the job done because I've been walking, running, and jumping on that dislocated knee leg since 1962.
This is my goal with my current return to physical therapy for an injured limb. You know, every now and then when I feel myself starting to feel sorry for my self with a "woe is me", I think of those folks who lost limbs at the Boston Marathon. All those soldiers who have lost limbs in that War of Choice in Iraq. Then I think of my situation and think "How lucky I am."
Actually, my fall on the ice and subsequent change of life is turning out to be a great learning experience for me. Not only am I grateful that I wasn't injured more seriously, I realize that again, I have dodged a bullet by being more seriously injured. And I am getting well. I am not permanently injured.
And something else has significantly changed in my life. I realize how vulnerable I am, how we all are, to just one misstep. Again I thank my lucky stars that I have Bill in my life. Who else, I ask you who else would do for me what Bill has? Who has devoted the past fifty years of his life to caring for me?
Sure, Bill and I have had our differences over these past half century but Bill is the one person I know who makes me the number one priority in his life. This isn't to criticize others in my life who are my friends but they have other priorities and I understand that.
Thank you Bill for being the chauffeur in my life.
|"Your ride awaits sir!"|