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I had a PT appointment last Friday. The very nice girl (I forgot her name, Rebecca?) turned my leg this way and that and measured the range of motion. All normal for this point in my recovery. Limited, but good. It'll stretch out in time. Some range will probably never be regained, just because of the way the bones were repositioned. But it won't be anything noticable. I also had my strength tested, which I was afraid would hurt but went just fine. My strength is good, and I was given some new exercises to add to the ones I already have (and don't do often enough). I'm still feeling kind of dead inside. I'm very tired and lethargic a lot of the time. I guess this is all from months of inactivity. I should be pushing myself to get more active and work harder and start to build up my strength a little more. But I'm... so.... tired. My mood's been flip-flopping, I've been plagued with anxiety about medical bills and "what to do with my life", and my appetite is almost nonexistent. I think this is because I'm really disgusted with the current state of my body. I'm in the worst shape of my life. Something inside my brain says that means I'm not allowed to eat anymore I guess, because food just doesn't sound good lately. Hopefully I'll get over this. Right now, I'm going to get together some schoolwork and head up to the new shiny Dunkin Donuts, get some iced coffee and maybe a tuna sandwich, and read and study for a while. It's a gorgeous day today. Post a comment in response: |
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