The wound is healing nicely, no signs of inflammation or redness. Dressings were changed (dayam, having that 'surgical glue' plug removed fricken HURT!). Saw Dr S, and when I told him that the 'help' vanished because one day I didn't use the crutches around the house, and I was doing deep knee bends/squats to get things cleaned, he told me to have a discussion with Wing and Alan. I promised I would (and I did) and then off to the physio.
New physio, Simon. First off, nice sadist, like all physiotherapists. But he was left kind of out in the dark, so I had to give him a quick rundown of my past medical history. That took a while. He also agreed that doing things like feeding the cats, or cleaning litterboxes needs to be done by someone else for a while, because we are trying to recover from compartment syndrome, not re-create it.
Then it was time for business. Poke, prod, stretch, rotate, twist. You know, the usual things. I have to say, that even though the rehab exercises are simple, they're tiring!
Leg hurts like hell now, too. Time for "Better living through Chemistry" aka take what Dr S prescribed.
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