Update: Week 11 - Mind Over Matter

Mind over matter:

In no other instance was this truer than a shared experience today during my first half hour of physical therapy with April and Alon.

I was bending at 116 degrees. We'd done it three, maybe four times. We'd been going for about 15 minutes or so, of bending and extending (straightening). Sharp pains increasing like daggers stabbing through the side of my knee. The knee began to tighten. Mentally I started to feel weak and tired. (I was actually tired going in - I think the oxycodone I took an hour before hand was making me feel fatigued. I may skip it next time, since the only time I seem to take them is right before PT). My hip was lifting off the table. Then I could only get to 110 degrees or so. Frustration and weakness set in. The tears began to fall. My breathing got short. April reminded me to stay calm and try not to get anxious or down on myself. Alon demonstrated deep inhales and exhales. I mimicked them.

"Don't let it get to you!" I thought to myself, then said it out loud. 

"Acknowledge the pain and fear and frustration, briefly. Then, tell yourself to RELAX."

"JUST RELAX." I repeated over and over out loud.

"It's okay. Calm down. Relax into the pain. You're okay. Nothing bad is going to happen."

Then, we got to 116. 118. 120!

I actually felt relaxed. My body was laying in a somewhat peaceful state. My mind was somewhat peaceful as well. The discomfort and tightness in my knee and quad was there, but it was not unbearable. I was talking. Taking long slow inhales and exhales. LAUGHING EVEN. We were making jokes of some kind. I think I said, "Let's do it for all the American Soldiers!" (Being that it was Veteran's Day.) I was half-joking (at least Alon & April laughed) but also trying to find any inspiration or distraction I could to KEEP GOING and OVERCOME.

Bent at 120 degrees we held this for about a minute. I relaxed and straightened the leg (always painful after bending like this). Then back to 120, not two, not three, but FOUR TIMES. I was absolutely amazed. My mind and heart and soul had overcome the mental and physical barriers of pain, fear, weakness, and frustration yet again. Right then in a matter of moments.

It was some kind of bliss seeping through a sieve of pain and frustration from sheer will and determination. I felt liberated.

Update: Week 10 (going into 11)

So as of Sunday, November 6th I started weight bearing 25% of my weight, or roughly 40 pounds, onto my left leg. How this happens is I stand with my right leg planted on the floor and my left leg on a scale. I press onto the scale until it reads 40 pounds. Then I walk around trying to mimic that weight and sensation. I'll come back to the scale a couple times during the day to see if I am maintaining that pressure. It's hard! Usually I am at about 25-30 pounds when I think I am at 40. It doesn't hurt my leg much at first, it's mostly awkward and feels slightly unstable. 

I am also experiencing some of the "pins and needles" or tingling feeling in the bottom of my foot, mostly on the ball of the foot, towards the middle, and along the arch way. This happens as I walk and put added weight onto my leg and foot. It's normal. It means I am getting sensation back and re-establishing those nerve endings and pathways to my brain. It's uncomfortable, temporarily painful, but I just keep walking and the tingling tends to work itself out.

I am being mindful to not develop a limp in my stride, just keep it as smooth and steady as possible, which right now also means walking quite slowly. And I am trying to even out my hips as I walk as much as possible because Lord knows my left hip is rotated and a few inches (it feels like) higher than my right hip from holding the leg UP and out of the way for so long.

My low back gets a little cramped up from time to time, but mostly my body is holding up well.

I am still going to PT twice a week and the gym on off days - aiming for at least 4 days per week at the gym (doing the same exercises as I do at PT). I've had some struggles recently getting to the gym, from tiredness, soreness, etc. but once I get there I end up feeling 100% better! On that note, I encourage you all to get your asses to the gym or at least do SOMETHING physically active EVERY DAY. Your body will love you for it.

Last week's PT stats are as follows: added 3 different types of squats to the hour and a half session (ouch!)... good, effective, and tiring. My range of motion last week was something like 98-110 and 98-112. Today I went 98-116! And on my own, I could bend my leg (after some warm ups) to 113. That was incredible! I couldn't believe it. I really need to stop being so hard on myself and give myself some more credit... as stated by my physical therapist. She said I am making great progress, and to expect some harder days and nights ahead (again!) as I start to weight bear more and increase exercises and mobility.

I'm doing a lot more around the house - that is: cooking and getting my own meals regularly. Not so much cleaning, feeding kitty, or making the bed or anything yet because I'm just not that agile or stable on two feet yet. But the last couple days, I've given myself a bunch of extra time in the morning and I'm fed, with tea to go, and ready for work in about an hour and a half. The hot showers in the morning (with hot water on my leg) still really help loosen up my muscles and give me time to work on flexion and extension in a seated position.

I have a care provider coming just once this week and once next week (while I am at work) to do some house cleaning and cooking. Then, hopefully I will be back to my home routines... which at that point, might include shoveling snow! BOOO :(

Speaking of yard work, Alon raked the front and back yard this past weekend. I watched. I longed to just rake the yard. I really would have enjoyed that. God, it is hard to just not be able to do certain things like that. I am thankful for Alon and know I'll be back at it soon enough, but damn, I still have a good deal of sorrow and frustration some days.

The other day I had a dip in mood, feeling sorry for myself and what came out of my mouth, to my surprise, was "I can't believe this happened." It's true. I still can't believe it sometimes. From the wisdom and truth of my physical therapist April today, she said something like, "You gotta have those moments and let yourself feel it. But at the end of the day, where is your anger and frustration going to get you? (The answer: Nowhere.) Focus all your (my) energy on working hard, healing and getting stronger. Focus your energy and emotion right into the knee!" And that was the moment today when I bent to 116 degrees. Good stuff! Powerful. Our minds are our greatest barriers sometimes. This whole process is really about balance and awareness, in every way. Isn't everything?