I had physical therapy this morning. I had to do exercisey things, including an arm bicycle and throwing a ball at a trampoline. It turns out that I am really good at throwing balls at the trampoline target and catching them again. All those years of softball paid off with muscle memory, I guess.
My physical therapist says that since starting, my mobility has already increased exponentially, as well as my strength, and he’s confident that five more sessions will have me almost 100% back to normal. It also helps that I’ve been doing all my exercises at home. I’m also noticing a huuuuuuge pain reduction. So huge, that most days, on a scale of 1-10, I’m at a 3 or less. I still need to be careful lifting things, and I am banned from lifting my kid, but since starting PT, the change has been immediate and amazing.
I lost my phone today. At PT. When I’d get out to my car, my watch would show that it wasn’t paired. When I’d go back to the building, my watch would pair up again and I’d get alerts. I spent 45 minutes with the best facilities worker in the world (shout out to Daniel!) looking for my damn phone. I learned how to ping my phone from my watch and met a whole lot of really nice people in the building. There is a happy ending to this story, though. My phone has been found. The sad thing is I didn’t find it in time to get Daniel’s phone number so we can hang out and be bff’s.
