Living with Diabetes and Lapband

It’s been three weeks and three days since I fell.

I’m walking but it wears me out and I limp badly.

I did 5 minutes on treadmill today.

I’ve had days when my knee ached, and that makes me scared I need a knee replacement.  Most days, I have pain in my glutes, and the muscle just about my knee and below, but not the knee itself.

I’m faithfully doing rehab exercises.

Here’s the deal.  Each day, I get about 10% better than the day before.  Note that doesn’t add up to 100% better.   But since I’m 10% better, I do 10% more effort, leaving me tired and frustrated at the end of the day.  

Rinse, Shampoo, repeat.

I have to ask the physical therapists if I am better, because I don’t feel it.

I went to physical therapy on Friday.

We came up with a plan for the dog show.  Basically, I’d use the rolling walker (rollator) when I was setting up the dogs, putting them on the table, etc. but lose it to show their gate.

Apparently I did way too much.

First, they wanted Summer to be shown by a junior but she was not having it and went into full blown snit.  I ended up going in the ring with her, because we didn’t have time to let someone else show her.

She did make friends again with Martha—owner of Summer’s father.  

On Sunday, it was decided that Martha was going in with Summer and Ann was taking Obi in.

Good news, we got the same result.

I was exhausted, and wasn’t up to arguing with anyone, but did manage to move both dogs around at the same time with the rollator.

On Saturday night, my knee was itching and most of the day Sunday. I woke up today with it aching.  Cleaned out the car, got to the grocery store and picked up two easy meals, did lunch and went to physical therapy, iced and rested it the rest of the day until dinner time.  I managed to make dinner, though it wasn’t hard.  Salmon in the oven, veggies in the microwave.

I’m the best I’ve been now which is great because I was totally discouraged during PT.

Yes, the blog is still here, just haven’t had a lot to say.

I fell last Thursday.  Was cleaning, pant leg got caught on a dog cage and I went down, hard on my knee.

One of my Facebook / beagle friends wanted to know why I didn’t go to the ER.  Well, I have to be bleeding before I enter that particular hell.

And bleeding uncontrollable.

I fell in the late afternoon, it got where I couldn’t walk by the time the doctor’s office closed, so I waited until the next day.a

Okay, I was hoping I would wake up and be fine, but I was worse.

Went in, had xrays, nothing broken, an injury an orthopedic surgeon couldn’t fix.  He ordered physical therapy and I had to wait until Wednesday.  

I was slowly getting better but still wasn’t walking by the time of the appointment.  

Great visit, did a lot to help and I’m walking but limited to a few steps.  Even using the rolling walker means short distances.  I still hurt.

I didn’t mention this, but I should:  husband brought me crutches and I took one look at them and realized it wasn’t happening.  I sent him to Walmart for a rollator (rolling walker) and it does rock.