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I had a good session at the physical therapist, this morning. They accidentally gave me a couple of extra minutes of the electrostim: the timer went off to say "done" and a busy assistant came in, stopped the timer, and went back to her other patient. It took maybe three minutes for me to get someone in there to turn the machine off, and proceed to ultrasound.
Larry said he didn't feel any deep inflammation this week. He said that might be because I hadn't been to the gym recently; in any case, I consider it a good sign.
He did a stretch that involved tugging on my fingers, which seemed useful enough that I asked him to do my left hand, as well, which he did.
I've made an appointment for next Wednesday, and think that may be the last. (Not for insurance reasons, but because I probably won't need more.) I'll see how I feel next week, of course, and keep doing my stretches and strengthening exercises.
On the way from the physical therapist to the subway, I walked up Park Terrace East (we still have sunflowers and bright purple morning glories), and found that the garden there was unlocked, which is unusual. They don't have regular hours, but the volunteer gardener told me it was open Wednesday mornings because they have a class of some sort for small children, and that it had been open most of yesterday. I took the opportunity to wander around for a few minutes: not much in bloom, a tangle of porcelain-berry, a nice gazebo, and a gray and white cat who didn't want to come visit with me.
Larry said he didn't feel any deep inflammation this week. He said that might be because I hadn't been to the gym recently; in any case, I consider it a good sign.
He did a stretch that involved tugging on my fingers, which seemed useful enough that I asked him to do my left hand, as well, which he did.
I've made an appointment for next Wednesday, and think that may be the last. (Not for insurance reasons, but because I probably won't need more.) I'll see how I feel next week, of course, and keep doing my stretches and strengthening exercises.
On the way from the physical therapist to the subway, I walked up Park Terrace East (we still have sunflowers and bright purple morning glories), and found that the garden there was unlocked, which is unusual. They don't have regular hours, but the volunteer gardener told me it was open Wednesday mornings because they have a class of some sort for small children, and that it had been open most of yesterday. I took the opportunity to wander around for a few minutes: not much in bloom, a tangle of porcelain-berry, a nice gazebo, and a gray and white cat who didn't want to come visit with me.