This week I had my first Physical Therapy session. I know that many others have had therapy like this. I have heard many stories about it. My sister is a therapist, and she encouraged me to ask the doctor to order it.
This session involved allowing a skinny kid with braces on his teeth pushing down as hard as he could on my knees. I swear, he nearly stood on the table to push down hard enough. I am not kidding about the braces either. He has a little lisp from wearing plastic “invisible” braces.
I’m old. I’m tall. I’m horizontally challenged-that is the kind way of saying fat. I don’t know how this kid is going to be able to do anything with these knees. He will be getting as much of a workout as if he spent time weightlifting in a fancy gym. After he spent 45 minutes or so of pushing down on my knees in several different ways, then pulling on them as I sat on the edge of the table, I had to get up and walk to my car.
Believe me, I am going to park much closer to the door next time.
I’m hopeful for good results. I’m realistic enough to know that it is going to take a lot of time and a lot of work. My left knee is bent at nearly a 20 degree angle. No wonder it is challenging to walk any distance. It feels good just to be doing something about it. Moving forward.
I hope I make it.