So Then...

I've been home for a month now. OK, a month and a day. While I still need spotters to:

• Go to the can, man
• Get to my spiffy chairlift and go downstairs
• Shower without flooding the house
• Etc.

I’m doing better. In fact...steel yourself for this one, babies...in my PT session today, I got on my recumbent elliptical (an Olympian trial in and of itself) and peddled for a full three minutes!!! Yes, I had to ride with my brace on and focus, focus, focus and then concentrate on keeping my wonk-ass leg from flopping over but I did it! This is solid strength building mes amis  and I’m ON IT. After my three measured minutes did I have loads of energy for more exercises?

FUCK NO! What am I, Wonder Woman? I bloody well wish. No. 

Like anyone else who’s had recent brain surgery right around her goddamn motor cortex, I was beat to hell and back. Just standing wore me clean out.

Of course, on top of the elliptical, I’d also, earlier, done two sets, ten reps each of my five daily leg exercises. I’ve only recently moved up from one set, five reps each of three exercises. 

Overdo much? Wut? 

I’m actually taking this shit at a reasonable-ish pace. No, REALLY!! I’m not gonna sabotage my progress. For once in my life, I’m gonna play it smart. Having said that, if you’re gonna dive into the recovery pool, make sure you’re doing it with a big ass Cannonball.