I took my first whole day of medicine yesterday, secretly hoping for an overnight miracle.
Of course, it didn't happen that way although I spent a good night which could be a sign of improvement.
I biked for 20 minutes and did 50 leg slides to keep the knee mobile.
I canceled my weekly massage therapy, not because I didn't like it or think it can be dangerous but because I lost the blind trust I put in my physical therapist and will wait until my next session on Friday to discuss the following weeks.
It is hard to realize that weeks of hard work aren't providing the expected results. Even harder since I have asked questions that should have triggered more research or a second opinion.
I am not discouraged since I want more than ever my knee back. But I will definitely be a less obedient patient and a more demanding one.
The weather has turned almost summer like here in the Sierra foothills and the mountains are blue in the distance, a call I have to resist but is getting more urgent as months go by.
I can't know for sure when I will be myself again and although my condition is not life threatening compared to very serious illnesses, I am worried and also sad to realize that nobody ever knows anything for sure.
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