I have officially gone from working out with some of the toughest athletes I've met in my life to working up a sweat with the 80 and over crowd. My physical therapy is scheduled for the unofficial geriatric hour at Commonwealth Orthopedic. I was in for my first real session yesterday. Besides being one of the more painful things I've done in the past few weeks, it was a big shock. It was the first time I had really used my muscles to move my arm since surgery. My range of motion is unbelieveably limited.. maybe about a 65 degree angle to the front and a 40 degree angle to the side. I can't go backwards yet at all. I was so exhausted after physical therapy, I couldn'y even imagine staying late at work to workout. I'm hoping it won't always be this exhausting.
On a more positive note... the stiches are out! Here are pictures that were taken last night. The wounds had mostly healed, so they aren't as gross as I had hoped. Apologies!
I'll explain what you're looking at. The stitch tie us on the left with the big black dot. The incision is a vertical cut slightly to the right of that. Then the little indent to the right of that is where the stitch pulled the incision together. I only had 4 stitches, which is a third of the stitches I got when I rollerbladed into a parked car. That's a great story.. I should share it once I'm typing with two hands.
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That's totally NOT a wicked scar. But hey, I guess that's a good thing. Keep your spirits up! Make progress every day, even if it's only by inches. Literally or figuratively.
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