First day of physical therapy this morning. It went pretty well. I don’t seem to have scar tissue limiting movement so far. My range of motion is actually greater than I thought, which is nice. I was given exercises to do. Leg lifts used to be relatively easy, but at this point I can do four before I’m shaking and starting to sweat, so I’m supposed to do the same exercise while standing up instead of lying down so I’m not fighting gravity. I am tired and sore this evening.
I used to belly dance (and probably will again at some point) so the concept of isolating muscle groups is not alien to me. One set of exercises has me using my foot and calf without using my thigh muscles at all. For the most part that isn’t too hard, but there’s one that takes a lot of concentration to manage to not use my thigh muscle. It gives me something to focus on when my hip is aching from the earlier exercises.
One very nice thing is that the therapy appointments are before work. It means that I’m tired and sore when I get to work, which is hard, but it also means I’m not waiting for it all day. It’s just done with. I like that.
Thursday morning I start putting weight on my improved hip. I’m a little nervous about it, but I trust that they won’t push me past what I can do or past what is safe. I am looking forward to starting to get back to normal, though I know I’ll be on crutches for a while longer. In two or three months I’ll be back to something approaching normal. Sometime in the next few weeks I will get to go swimming again, though at first it will only be with my arms.
Whenever I start running again I’m going to work first on getting my cadence where it should be for running. 180 beats per minute; fast, light, small steps. I wasn’t anywhere near that before, but now I have a chance to recreate how I run and I’d like to learn how to do it better than I was before. It’s a chance to change, to get better; might as well take it! It’s something to look forward to.