It's Week Two of rehab and I'm jonesin' to get Michelle on Ice.
During the first week I can quite honestly say I didn't miss skating that much. My ankle-knee-hip-spine hurt so bad the thought of skating was almost as pleasant as physical therapy. However, what's amazing about the human body is how quickly it can heal. I'm already seeing some results and, in fact, have had moments that have been truly pain-free. And my friends are texting, "Are you skating today?" I don't know if I actually miss skating or if I just want to do it because I've been told I'm not allowed.
"No ice skating," Lydia snaps. Lydia needs more vodka.
I never understood why someone who had a fixable injury wouldn't take steps to fix it. Because it hurts! That's why. Here's what I'm going through in an effort to get back to normal physical activity:
- I have hands-on physical therapy twice a week. To the casual observer it looks like I'm getting a foot massage. In reality, Lydia the
TerribleTherapist is manually pushing my ankle bones into place. Pushing. My. Bones.
- I have stretching and strengthening sessions twice a day. I've cried, become dizzy and nauseous, and even crawled into bed once after a session because I was in so much pain.
Following a recent session, I was icing my ankle and reading this post about storing skates during a hiatus. Take care of any maintenance, don't store them in a skate bag and don't hide them, Xan advises. I promptly retrieved my skates from my skate bag, which was hiding in my closet.
Just five more weeks to go...
[Editor's comment: Yes, that's me in the picture.]


