I'm not having too bad of a day today, but I'm thinking the co-workers are getting a bit tired of the constant yammering on I've been doing the last couple of days. It seems this may have been something that was brought to my attention a time or two in the past,
but it didn't really hit me until this week. No real reason or A-HA event that would have hit me now and not before, but it did. SO I think what's Ailing the Ry-ry is that my id has taken a hit for not being able to control the talk button on the "Chief Runs Wild at Mouth" (sweet new nickname, right). I would like to go back a little to late yesterday, at the Physical Therapy session ol' Left Knee and I partook in. So we were chilling with the sadiast-turned therapist Kim and all was fine, until whe decided to have me lay on my stomach, with lefty of the Legs family dangling from the mid-shin off the table. With that in position, she placed a 2 pound weight on the ankle, and a heating pad on the calf. Like this, but with no machine:
So that was cool for the first couple of minutes, but after about 5 mins, I was starting to fight the hanging, and then after about 7 mins, I decided it was time to speak up and ask it was normal to feel as if the knee is going to snap in half. It was normal, but time to stop. Whew. So that sucked big balls, and now I have this residule pain from that and all the other rigamorole they put you through at one of those PT places. I'm not a fan, and forsee plenty of posts deriving out of those sessions.
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Poor Baby! Keep at the PT it will help in the long run. Better you than me!!!
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