May 20th, 2004



PT was fun today. Wait, let's back up a bit. I have my physical therapy done at a place with several different therapists, assistants, and techs. Tuesday when I went, the (assistant) therapist who brutalized my scars was a bit too brutal. She stopped when she noticed that my skin was rubbing off a bit. She put some antibiotic ointment and a bandaid on it, and then I went off to do my exercises. It hurt, but it always hurts after PT, so I ignored it.

I was quite surprised when I removed the bandaid that night, to find a patch of raw flesh underneath, a little bigger than the size of a quarter! It completely surrounds the incision scar (which is still adhered to the bone unfortunately, though a little less so). Apparently she managed to rub the top layer of skin right off. A little too enthusiastic with that brutalizing, I'd say....

Normally when I go to PT, one of the techs does some ultrasound therapy on my knee before I see a therapist. Today when I came in, I asked to see a therapist right away. I showed him my sore, and I told him I was worried about the ultrasound. I didn't think it'd be good since it was still kind of raw. He agreed, and he did the usual stretching and mobilizing work without the it. He also didn't further brutalize the already-brutalized scar, although he did still beat up the other ones.

Then we showed Sarah, the assistant PT. "Look what you did to me!", I exclaimed dramatically. She was really shocked when she saw it. It had just looked like one tiny opening, when she'd seen it last.

She felt really sorry, and she kept apologizing to me. Everyone was joking around a little bit, calling her "sandpaper fingers". It really does look like somebody rubbed off the skin with sandpaper.

Then the PT went to put a new bandaid on it, but he didn't have any medium-sized bandaids left. So he brought out the biggest damn bandaid I have ever seen! I just measured it. Honest truth: the thing is 1.5 inches tall, and 4 inches wide! I felt a little ridiculous wearing it, but the only other ones were too small.

It certainly helped make Sarah feel bad though. She apologized again, and I told her, "You know I forgive you, but I'm still going to give you grief about it." I went back to the exercise room, and everyone there was very impressed with my enormous bandaid. I told them the story, and they all took the opportunity to tease Sarah as well.

So it was a decent PT day. Not quite as painful as last time, since I didn't have the ultrasound nor as much brutalizing. Plus, we enjoyed some joking around. As I told one of the exercise guys, "It's not a big deal at all after everything else the knee has been through. But it's fun to tease her about it anyway."

(Goodnight Moon)

(The time 11:11 always makes me smile. I like numbers in a row like that.)
(This is one of the reasons I'm looking forward to turning 33 in two weeks.)
((Another reason is that part of me is still a kid excited about birthdays.))
((There are lots of reasons I'm not excited about it, but that's okay.))
(I think I'll have a party to celebrate my 33.333.... birthday -- October 2nd. Save the date.)
(I saw Shrek 2 this evening, and it was really funny! Much merriment.)
(My knee hurts and I'm sleepy, so I'm not going dancing tonight.)