February 25th, 2011

Snow is expected to fall anytime tonight as low as 1 000 feet but so far it is rain that beats the windows and wind that bends the eucalyptus and the cypresses.
My husband invites me for lunch before my physical therapy appointment. We go to the Patio Café which remains one of our favorites in town. Never too crowded and always friendly. Perfect for breakfast and lunch. Since the weather is awful and we have a small hour to kill before my meeting, my husband insists to buy me a new computer.
I have been resisting until now, arguing that I would do it as soon as an agent or an editor would say yes to one of my manuscripts. My husband probably suspects that Apple will have a few more models out before it happens, so here we are at the Apple store at the mall.
Rain has stopped and the mall parking lot is full. We can’t find a spot close to the entrance and the walk from the car to the store is slow and hurtful. Yet as I check the computers on the long tables, I forget I’m disabled.
Mac Book Pro or Mac Book Air? That is the question.
In the end, the café/library/sofa/car person I am, pick the lightest and leave the store with a brand new computer. I have officially joined the ranks of the Apple fans and my family feels more homogenous since I was the last dinosaur to work on a PC. That is the first good news of the day.
The second is that my MPT gives my knee a nice pat. I have reached a good flexibility for the bending part. The muscles above my knee are sore because of the trauma my knee went through. There is natural resistance inside and the muscles in response contract. The MPT massages the area or more accurately pushes and presses the flesh and muscle to the point of pain. But in the end, my muscles start to relax. I get new instructions to fight against the contraction. I have to breathe through the extension and flexion of the knee.
Then I get to do some leg press on a machine. It’s only 20 lbs but it feels so good to be on a gym machine, next to the people who are already so much ahead of me.
Before I leave, my MPT says that he is confident I’ll get a good report from the surgeon mid March. There is a chance, he says, he’ll let you go without a leg brace.
What? What if my leg collapses? What if I’m too weak to hold my weight? That makes him laugh. No way, he says.
So I guess now is time to rejoice.
The only bad news of the day is that the expected snow hasn’t arrived. But this is weather forecast, after all. Who said it’s ever correct?