June 7, 2011

Almost a week went by without a single post and I suppose this is a good sign.
Life goes no, with or without a good knee.
And as far as my left knee is concerned, it is a half good, half bad knee.
Much better than it was after I blew two ligaments in January.
Not as good as it was before I blew two ligaments.
The cortisone shot released a lot of stiffness and when I met my surgeon on Monday, he agreed that it was a good idea to wait until my return from Maine before taking a drastic decision.
My flexion is now a solid 130 degrees and my extension is missing 3 degrees.
It doesn't seem so bad, right? Except that my right knee is 140 degrees for flexion and I can overextend my right knee which is crucial to accomplish any physical activity with ease.
Yes, there is room for improvement and my hope, shared with the surgeon and my physical therapist, is that time can help me to increase the mobility of my knee.
Today I went to Berkeley to visit my college daughter and drove to San Francisco for lunch and a little stroll in town under a lovely weather that made me forget all about my misery.
I am leaving for Maine next week. My husband and I made the itinerary last night and although it is not our first cross country trip (we have done is countless times), I am as excited as if it was the first time. I'm always looking forward to a trip across our big country.
Besides the regular packing, I am adding my accessories for my daily exercises. I will exercise every morning before we leave the hotel and hopefully every night as well. My seventeen-year-old daughter promised to keep me company at the gym. It is mostly a stationary bike and an elliptical machine that I need. And on manual, please. No cardio or fat burn program is necessary.
My goal during this trip is to both enjoy our family time and get this knee back to shape.
In Maine, I hope for a summer as beautiful as last year. The lake and the ocean are waiting for me and I can't wait to be there!
I have an appointment on August 10 with my surgeon and hope to show him that I don't need another surgery.
Scars tissues, here I come!