Progress

I went to my physical therapy on Wednesday. Another painful, but good session. Still no strengthening exercises, though. All stretches and range of motion exercises. At the end of each session, the therapist will do the passive ROM stretching and measure how far we've come. On Wednesday, we reached normal range of motion in all directions. Awesome! Praise God. I love milestones. And in addition to this, she told me it was no longer necessary for Davii to do the stretches on me at home. Awesome! Praise God again. Gotta say that I'm happy that the sanctioned domestic battery portion of the rehab has come to a close.

Then she spoke words that would stick with me. She said, "You're way ahead of schedule with your rehab." Wow. Words I've always wanted to hear. I always knew I was better than average, and now I have confirmation. But then she dropped the bomb, "the rehab won't all go this fast or this smooth. You need to be patient, because there will be some bad days." I'm not sure I was ready for this. I thought those were behind me. I want smooth and linear, not any of this 2 steps forward and 1 step back stuff. This makes me a bit uneasy, but all I know to do is work hard and trust God. God give me patience, and give it to me soon.

On Thursday night, we went out to eat. Out of the house, my only purpose, leisure. I remember what that used to be like, and I like it. We ate at Fatz and then did what all good rednecks do when they get all dressed up, haven't been out for a while, and are looking for a night on the town...we went to Wal-mart. (Sorry if that hits too close to home for you.) Visited the new, clean, softly lit, carefully landscaped, Ballentine Wally World. They look different out here in the burbs. It was good to get out of the house.

Today's therapy session was great. Less pain, more flexibility. She told me to cut back on some of my home exercises, for fear that my shoulder might become too flexible. Now, there's something this guy has never had to be concerned about. But I feel like I am making real gains. Again, that is encouraging, so I have to be very careful not to be discouraged when I'm not. I'm going to try to spend the day with nothing stronger than ibuprofen and ice to curb the soreness. If I can pull that off, I can get back behind the wheel.

I have no idea whether anyone is reading these updates, but they are cathartic and they make me smile as I write them. Because of that, I'll continue to write about my shoulder and, who knows, maybe even more. We'll just have to see about that.