Ahhhh. Thank you, Universe.
Now the RUBBER HITS THE ROAD. ie: Physical Therapy.
This poor shoulder currently has the range-of-motion and muscular-strength of a gnat. My left hand, free at last, wants to resume Normal Life. (I'm left-handed.) But - ouch - maybe not right away. My upper arm is still lumpy and bruised from slamming into that darn step, and they say the muscles and what-all in there - also injured during the fall - need more time to recover...
The therapist said:
"GO SLOW."
"This will take time."
"Be patient."
"No, it will be a while before you can begin jogging. Weeks. Maybe months."
"Don't push yourself too fast or you'll re-injure it."
"You don't want to fall again, it will re-break."
"It will take you six months to a year to get back to where you were."
and
"See you next week."
But of course I'm thinking I can heal faster than that. That old saying "no pain, no gain" comes to mind, and I want to do all the exercises every day, as much as my arm can stand. Obviously the PATIENCE LESSON remains a big part of my life....so I'll be careful....
O-o-o-o-mmmmm.
But dig this bottom line:
We'll be back on the agility field soooon!
2 comments:
That's great news! On to further healing, without breaking anything again. :-)
Jo and the boys
Thanks, Jo and the boys!
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