Week 2

Week 2

I think I am finally over the hump and the worst is behind me. I started physical therapy yesterday which was a much-needed dose of encouragement after a very hard 2 weeks. My therapist, John, is a good guy and since he did all my pre-op PT, we are to a point where we give each other a hard time and he laughs at my jokes. Yes! We started out very slow- some heel slides to get my knee bending a bit and some hip strengthening exercises. He was impressed with the strength I still have in my leg and told me he thinks I'll have no problems getting my flexion back. Very good news. I know we still have such a long way to go, but this seemed like a very big step and means I am on my way. Once I'm able to bear weight on my leg, the real work is going to start. I know it's going to be really hard, but I'm more determined than ever to get my knee back to normal.
I have to say the last week has been the hardest, mentally, so far. I am not sure why, but have been really frustrated and just generally bummed. I am usually not a crier, but have been crying more than I have since this whole debacle started, and not because of pain. I've heard depression is a very common side-effect to being immobile. I didn't experience it when my knee was first injured, and I'm not sure why, but it sure snuck up on me this time. I am trying to stay optimistic and remind myself that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even though the tunnel seems really, really long. I just have to take it one day at a time, work hard on my recovery and be thankful the worst is over.