What is my house now............a stinking Physical Therapist office? As I walk around my house into each room I am finding there is a common theme.
My sling in the office
My splint and hand exercises in the kitchen:
A therapy band with ankle exercises to do (for the ankle I tweaked at Deer Valley while pre-riding the course) in the living room
More therapy bands for my left shoulder that is the size of a walnut now:
The hallway filled with all my hand splints I have used in the past 3 months.
The nightstand filled with pain pills in case I can't sleep, along with more splinting junk:
And in the bathroom, my race registration bag from Silver City, NM that I have used in the shower since April 30th to cover my casts and/or splints that I have had the privilege of having all $%$%&#@ summer:
But I guess all the therapy bands and junk are all working since I had a hand breakthrough today with my therapy exercises. I got my hand at more of a degree than I ever have! So exciting (see this is the excitement that I get to have now that I am home all day every day).
And about those pills by the nightstand.....wow....those things are potent arent they? I had made an appt right after my surgery while "on" those things and didn't even remember making the appt! When my calender alarm went off to remind me about it I had no idea what was going on. Not even a clue that I had made the appt and even had called to confirm that I did actually have an appt in an hour now! Wow.