Dr No

Well, a physician assistsnt, not a doctor. But close enough. Today was going to be a jam-packed day. Wound care, OT, PT, and my first haircut appointment since June. I called Fringe last week to make sure I could get in, and everything was set.

The day started in wound care. The wounds on my leg are healing nicely. Maybe even ahead of schedule. But this past week I have noticed that the still unhealed wound on the back of my head had started spotting blood. In all honesty, I had forgotten about it. I brought it up to the nurse and PA and they got busy. What I thought was a scab was crusting that got cleaned away. Then the nurse shaved the area around the wound and dressed it, givimg Jerry instructions on how to take care of it. I mentioned I was getting a haircut later and would have my person avoid the area.

Oh no you aren't, said the PA. You are not getting a haircut until this is healed!

So much for looking all snazz for Thanksgiving. Not as disappointing as her edict last week keeping me from my trainer prosthetic, but disappointing nonetheless. I love getting my hair cut. Along with the pampering, my hair cutter is immensely entertaining. I miss her.

After wound care we headed to the main campus for OT. My shoulder has been giving me a lot of grief. I let my OT know and ahe did a lot of stretching on the upper arm. It still hurts, but the pain is easimg.

Then a mad dash across campus for PT. We did some more stairs, walking and hand cycling. I think my PT realized he had been kind of hard on me, so there was lots of praise today. He might have overdone it a tad, but at least he knows I'm trying.

At one point he had me on an exercise bike, using my left leg to pedal. But it felt all wrong, and he couldn't quite understand. His geeling was I was getting exercise and working my quad, so,what could be wrong. What was wrong it didn't feel like a bicycle and I felt like my form was all wromg. Mind you, God knows if I will ever ride a real bicycle again, but good form is so engrained in me, I just couldn't do it. I don't think my PT understood at all, but my former cycling coach would be proud.

I will kick back the rest of the day, and tomorrow may try to get on my bike on the wind trainer. And I will clomp around the house with my walker.

There must be some reason I've defied the odds by continuing to be alive. I better get strong to see what's in store.

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  1. CB StevensonNovember 23, 2022 at 8:35 PM

    That last paragraph says it all: I am so grateful that you have defied the odds and continue to get stronger.

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