Wednesday morning, as I was driving to my 7 a.m. physical therapy appointment, I found myself in a really, really bad mood. My mind was dwelling on the fact that I still had two and a half more weeks of P.T. I was tired of the three-times-per-week commitment in addition to the exercises I do at home twice a day. I placed my daily check-in call to my mom and I found myself kvetching to her about it. I could tell I was boring her to tears and I was beginning to get on my own nerves.
After ending our call I started thinking about the folks who were killed and injured in Boston this week. So many people lost limbs. I bet they would be HAPPY to have a foot to rehab. Thinking of the pain and agony they are going through, I realized my situation pales in comparison. I decided right then and there to get over myself. I arrived at my session and worked hard. My therapist was none the wiser.
During this morning’s session I fessed up. My therapist told me she sees a lot of patients who make it known by their words and their actions (actually, by a lack of actions) that they don’t want to be there. I never whine during my sessions. It’s my choice to follow the orders written for my rehab. Complaining isn’t going to make the session go any faster. It certainly won’t endear me to my therapist and believe me, I want her support.
I know if I take it one day at a time, therapy will be over before I know it and I’ll be stronger for having completed it.
482gr8 
Living in the Boston area we are close to the Marathon (it runs
Through our town). The bombing was personal. In addition I had foot/ankle reconstruction 2/15 and am doing PT twice a week.
60% WB. Looking forward to the start of Boot Freedom in May.
The long road to recovery of the injured at the Marathon will have
The same events but our lower extremities are still here. I don’t complain about the PT, no driving etc. We had the time to prepare,
The injured did not. I wish I could help them.
Agreed, Tom, “We had the time to prepare, the injured did not.”
I was not in my walking boot as long as you will be. I’ve just completed my first full week out of it. FREEDOM! Walking is slow, but slow and steady wins the race, right?
This morning I registered for a “virtual marathon.” The registration fee supports the victims. Participants have about a month to walk or run 26.2 miles. I’m going to try to walk two miles today. That will be my longest walk since the surgery.
Keep hanging in there, Tom! Your good attitude will inspire countless others.
In September, the Jimmy Fund (Cancer research +) holds a Marathon Walk which follows the Marathon Route. I did it 1.75
Times in the 1990’s. I sprained my ankle at the bottom and
Middle of HeartBreak Hill and had to take the bus to the finish. I guess it was the start of the peroneal tendon damage that was fixed 2/15. The walking marathon took me 7.5 hous in the pouring rain.
The finish line was spectacular!!!
You have perseverance!