Things have changed a bit since last I spoke to whoever might be reading this. Just a few days after my last blog post, as I was leaving a pet store trying to get some Kitty Cosequin for Miss Peaches, the sidewalk disappeared out from under me and the parking lot came up and kicked me in the left knee. Hard.
Actually, I wasn't paying attention and ran out of sidewalk and landed on the parking lot, on my left knee. HARD! I went to the ER that night and they x-rayed it but otherwise didn't examine it. The good news is that I didn't actually break the knee, just sprained it some. Check back with my regular doctors in a few days, do I want crutches or can I manage with the cane I had brought with me, good night, good luck. Ahhh-kay then!
So, I called the clinic, got a follow up. This kid examined it, (wow, that's some impressive bruising, almost clear down to the ankle!), did a flexibility test ("pull the leg back as far as you can. Now extend it. Yeah, it's swollen") and then proceeded to tell me that they'd refer me to my preferred physical therapists, no, we don't need to test further, though we might want to do an MRI in three months...(THREE MONTHS? What's your hurry, Dr. Pumpkin? Yeah, I got all freakin year.) And I waited. And waited. And waited. For almost another month, because these guys can't always get it together, but then pull their own fat outta the fire just as I start getting really annoyed. Then I called. Then I got ticked and called Patient Relations, after I was told that, no, there was no referral anywhere for me, did they give me a written one, blah, blah, blah.
Then they FOUND the allegedly non-existant referral, but it was to THEIR PT department, not the one down the road from me where I don't have to drive 30 minutes, pay for parking, etc. NOOOOOO! I swear, that place is an administrative NIGHTMARE, full of people who don't know their collarbone from their coxyx. So, lucky for me, the intern that wrote the faulty referral was there, as was the really good nurse who doesn't mind kicking butt on behalf of her patients. She sat him down, explained where he messed up and made him write a new referral. A few days later, I get TWO letters of referral from them. One to the place I wanted to go for PT to begin with and the other for, check this silliness out: a colonoscopy! Wait, who had whose head up whose butt? Not me, that's for sure, there, Skippy! I ignored that one.
Finally, FINALLY, at the beginning of May, I started seeing the physical therapist. A little pokin, a little proddin, a little ice, a little heat...and she came up with a regimen for me. Stuff on machines that are almost the same as at my gym. And she added a new machine once in a while, for me to add in when I go back. Mostly lower body stuff, since that's where my injury was. But then, she suggested the ARC trainer. It's sorta like an elliptical, but not. Usually, I steer clear of the ARC and the elliptical because they tend to get away from me and then my heart rate goes too high while I'm moving too fast for my own good. Well, they WERE getting away from me. When she had me get on the elliptical today, during our last session, I went 6 minutes at a nice, easy pace, without it trying to take off out from under me.
Now, here's the really great news. In that two months where I couldn't do as much exercise as I wanted to or even thought I could or should, I managed to lose 12.8 pounds! And I did the math, calculating from when this profile picture of me was taken, 3 years ago, I've lost 30 pounds!