Making Progress

So I had therapy yesterday, and I fully expected they would tell me I was done.....but they didn't.
I was there on Tuesday, when they measured me at 117, which I told them couldn't be right, so they measured again - 120.  (She said that that could just be a measuring difference between 126 last time, and 120 on Tuesday.)  The steri-strip had come off just that morning, which was sooner than I thought it would be, but it seemed fine.  I didn't have any problem with anything they asked me to do, but they sent me home with some new exercises and a strip of latex to use as a resistance band.

On Friday, they had me go up and down stairs, do some calf raises on the machine and some balancing.  When she did the stretching, she said my range of motion was really good, but when she measured, it was 123.  Disappointing, since I thought it felt exceptionally loose, but it's really subjective, anyway.  I mean, they can't tell just exactly from what point they measured before. Afterward, I went home, got my suit on, and went swimming.

It was one of those days when the water was absolutely perfect.  The hot tub had been fixed (just the day before, I was told, so that means it was only partly working for close to two months), and there was hardly anyone there.  I did a lot of soaking and stretching in the hot water, then got in the pool.  I didn't plan to actually swim, but I felt so good that I just went for it.  Somehow, hot or cold, water is just so.....healing to me.  I can go a long time without wanting to swim, but somehow when I can't I just get desperate to get in the water.  Even when I was doing laps, it just seemed that I could go forever without needing to breathe, without getting tired.  I really only stopped after 20 minutes or so because I was afraid of overdoing it, what with therapy and all.  I did a lot of cooldown walking and some treading water before I showered and left.  I felt really good afterward, and had plans to go back today.

During the night, my plans changed.  I don't know what caused it (probably a combination of things), but I woke up in the middle of the night with my legs just aching all over.  I had to get up and take some Advil but it was still some time before I could get back to sleep.  Therapy, swimming, and being on my feet for four hours at work was apparently juuuust too much for one day.

So instead of going today, I plan to swim in the morning.  Sunday mornings have always been a good time to go - not very populated. Tomorrow night is Lynda's birthday dinner and I might be expected to go to a concert of Braden's in the afternoon, so I have to allow some shopping time in the early afternoon (the mall is still open tomorrow, right?).  My next therapy is Monday afternoon, and my plan is to blow them away with how much better I am by then.  :)  Wish me luck!