A few days ago, I took my first post-op running steps. Not because I’d been given permission (that won’t come until 12 months post-op at the earliest). And not because I thought it was a good idea. I ran to stop my cat from throwing up in my tennis shoes. My special, bright blue kicks that I’ve been wearing every day for the past five months. The ones with the special (read expensive) orthotics in them to provide stability for my knee. The little dude thought it was a good idea to start upchucking dinner INSIDE my left shoe, and I had to run to stop him.
I probably ran less than 10 steps, so it hardly counts as a run. But still. I took the fastest steps I’ve taken in five months. Three cheers for me because I 1) didn’t fall and 2) didn’t seem to do any more damage to my knee. I also didn’t have any increased pain afterward. The morphine must be working, even while it takes away my will to stay awake.
Physical therapy last Friday was the best session I’ve had in a month. I was proud simply because I didn’t fall asleep mid-session, and I didn’t toss my cookies. Add in that T-Bone said I seemed to be tolerating the Graston better as he ripped apart any adhesions left in my soft tissue, and the fact that I was able to do 50 TKEs (terminal knee extensions) with 30 lbs, and I call it a good day. We’re not exactly doing anything very strenuous right now, mostly working on my hips and glutes, but it still takes a lot out of me. Afterward, I recovered better than I have in the last few weeks, so I was able to get in a mini workout yesterday and a full set of therapy exercises today. I’ll rest completely tomorrow so that I’m ready for another session with T-Bone in two days. There’s so much excitement in my life right now, I can hardly stand it.
I have March 1 circled in red on my calendar. Ok, actually, it’s circled in blue. But red seems more ominous. That’s the day that I go back to my surgeon. I need to make some big improvements in the next two weeks so we can talk about moving forward and not about going in again to scope my knee.
Can we take a step back for a minute? I just wrote that it has been five months since my DeNovo NT graft and tibial tubercle osteotomy. I can hardly believe that tomorrow actually marks five months. I find that kind of amazing. As my high school biology teacher always said, “Time’s fun when you’re having flies.”