Two weeks ago, right about now.....

Just about this time, 14 days ago, I was waking up post-op with a new mech-a-knee.

Today, PT, and my heart was not in it.   Little sleep, for whatever reason, and not a smile left to operate the day with.

Aside from regular PT and new exercises, I had two requests for the guys at the torture office.

1)  Show me how to walk properly with a cane.  Answer.... you already are.... BUT.... too soon.  Back it down and use the crutches more, I was told. I need that support and stability, I was told.

Yeah, to be honest, I do.  I want quicker results, but let's be honest about this.

2)  What machines and routines can I use at my local gym (where I am a member).  Answer:  None.  Thou shalt not.   Verbotin.

So yeah, maybe next week, at their office, under their supervision.

Fuck this.  I'm going out for a stroll tomorrow, which I'll drive myself to.  They can send out the PT police if they wish.

I crashed for 4 hours this afternoon.  This healing shit is hard to do.