Not so much the exercises, but the conflicting 4-1-1.
My main PT guy (Basil) didn't like what my home PT guy had me do for the first three weeks. "I wouldn't have had you do that.....". I dunno, maybe keep the conflict between yourselves, as whatever happened has already happened. I don't know I was any worse the wear due to PT #1 (Bill).
And I wrote a while back about using the cane / not using the cane info they ping-ponged back and forth on.
The main PT guy also gave counter-advice about what the secondary PT (Tim) guy had given me regarding how well I am at bending to 120-125 degrees. Basil goes this last Friday: it tells me you are looser than you should be and it needs to be tighter.
It's like having cold water thrown on you.
I had been boasting about my progress only for that to be dashed by Basil. He wasn't mean about it, but clearly has a different perspective. Perhaps a lot more conservative than Bill or Tim.
I also questioned Tim's thoughts on my ability to bend at a certain stage and how I thought he got the timing wrong. I kept saying 12 weeks will be in a week. Basil, like Tim, thought differently - though it would seem Basil's explanation would be "better" than Tim's bad math.
While the doctor told me 12 weeks, 12 weeks, 12 weeks - he wrote three months. I get most people think three months is 12 weeks, but it's not. Three months is longer. Let's not quibble about February, shall we?
Instead of a week to come off my restrictions, I now have another 17 days (from today). UGHHHH.
Blobby would be lying if he said he wasn't a tad dejected. Perhaps more than a tad.
My normal 45 minute appointment lasted about 85. Let me tell you, having one of the last appointments of the day makes for a rank smelling PT room. P............U. ...and this is coming from a man with limited smelling ability.
Anyway, after our assessment and exercises, Basil wanted to see me walk. With and without a cane.
I have been trying not to lean on my bad leg, but it's been a challenge. So for about 15 minutes, we tried to get me to walk "correctly".
Normally, one doesn't have to constantly think about how to walk. At this moment, I must.
After several failed attempts, I was told - and I'm paraphrasing - to take longer strides, activate my glutes, move the trunk (torso, not ass) and to move my arms a certain way.
"Think John Travolta at the beginning of Saturday Night Fever. You have to strut". There may have also been a descriptor of an aggressive mall walker.
Yesterday, with the running group, I walked by myself. It's not that weren't other walkers, but my pace was faster. I was Tony Monero walking to the paint store or the disco.
710 laster said I still was slightly favouring my bad side BUT pointed out since my 1993 surgery, I've always had a slight limp.
Maybe Basil can fix fix me, or maybe he just need to know that maybe I am fixed and anymore, the limp is my normal gait.
Many have been pressuring me to ask about when I can start running. I'm not in that mindset. 1. If I ask, I'm bound to get an answer I don't want / won't like. 2. At this point, I'm not sure what contradictory advice I might receive.
Bother.
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