I did 3 days of physical therapy last week. Physical therapy is kind of like volunteering to play the part of an infidel to be tortured by the Spanish inquisition. The electrodes, the painful stretching and uncomfortable 'massaging' (also known as: let me stab you with 14 knives in this leg). Then there are the days of waiting, i.e.: healing. I would like to try aqua running but that horrible pool water makes me crazy itchy and I'm still rebuilding resistance to get back to either biking or walk/jogging-- which I can only do in 5 and 10 minute increments at a time. Then, after all that progress last week, I did a terrible thing by having to drive to San Diego on Thursday. Which meant I also had to drive back. Oddly enough driving and sleeping is my most painful activity. Then the lack of stretching and movement during that drive time, made me feel like physical therapy went backwards. I did all that painful stretching all the days I was gone, but the driving was hard. The good news is, the big pain has subsided and only related to certain movements or long periods of sitting. I've been walking a few miles every day to stay mobile, and to be outside so I won't go freaking insane. Oh wait. Too late. | 