Mrs. America, Here I come!
Monday, December 18, 2017
I recently began therapy for an ongoing issue with my knee. The first issue that was diagnosed was that my knee cap is being pulled to one side. Apparently your knee cap is supposed to be centered, and mine is not. So I am in therapy to strengthen my muscles to pull the knee cap back into place which is supposed to relieve all the pain and limping. I am a bit skeptical that this is my only issue, but we must start somewhere.
Physical therapy for me has been a little bit of behavioral therapy. Apparently, according to my PT, I do not relax, EVER. I can't relax my shoulders, I can't relax my knee, I can't relax my leg. I need to learn to relax. Do you know how hard it is to relax a muscle that someone just pointed out to you? It's difficult. I try to think about something else, I try to relax, it is just hard. I also can't slow down. "Just slow down", he tells me. In my defense, you just told me to do 20 of these exercises, and in my world that means 20 as fast as possible so we can move on to the next exercise.
I also tend to walk with my eyes pointed toward the floor. The next time you walk, check it out. Hasn't nature trained us to watch out for objects? Mothers everywhere understand. After stepping on my fair share of Legos, I tend to look down. So I am learning how to walk. Properly. Head up, shoulders relaxed, swing your arms and hips. I feel like Sandra Bullock in the movie where she is an FBI agent pretending to be in a beauty pageant. It is hard to undo habits. It is strange to be a 46 year old woman walking up and down a hallway while someone shouts out corrections. "How is your knee feeling?" I look down. "Don't look down! Head up! Swing your arms."
Give me a few more weeks, and I will be ready for my first beauty pageant.