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the story of an invisible girl
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."
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thatguychuck From: thatguychuck Date: May 20th, 2004 09:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Congrats on making the PT squirm. What causes you to be able to do it sucks, but it's fun once the suffering stops. ;)

Either way I'm glad PT is still going well for you. I blew it and slacked off a bit on the last year or so of PT (out of 4.5 years) and have never recovered as much use of my right leg as I would have had.

(This message posted via a friend's house in New Mexico.)

renniekins From: renniekins Date: May 21st, 2004 07:26 am (UTC) (Link)
So true!!

Well fortunately I won't have to be doing it that long, so hopefully I won't blow it off. I really want to get this thing fixed and more-or-less back to normal!

The hard part will be continuing to exercise when I'm not in PT. That's when I tend to slack off, when nobody's telling me what to do anymore.

Glad you made it to NM - have fun!
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