I’d love to do a leaping dance, but under the circumstances, maybe not.
Only a few days after receiving word that my medical rehab has been approved by the Berlin powers-that-be I get a call from the clinic saying my three-week program starts April 24. Yipppeeee! :) I had been counting on it starting only sometime after the first weekend in May. The clinic here in Hamburg has a great reputation and has just re-opened in brand-new facilities.
It’s just in time.
I’ve ditched the brace that had been clasped to the leg from ankle to hip for six weeks to keep the knee stable after the operation, but there’s still so little movement in the knee, I get worried that it’ll never be the same again. It’s hard to see over the lip of the hill when you’re standing at the base.
I now get around mostly without crutches with a tension bandage around the knee, but it’s a hop-along scene. This is what it looked like four days ago when I made the switch:
A friend congratulated me on the quick approval for rehab, saying all the pain they’ll be putting me through to stretch out the tendon again will be worth it.
I can’t wait…