I have a new love in my life. Her name is Anna and she's my physical therapist at G2 Sports Therapy in Seattle. It was a major stroke of luck that the orthopedic surgeon on call the day I had my accident is also a sport medicine guy. He referred me to a sports therapy place, and I managed to scope a PT that is a dancer and works on many of the PNB folks as part of her practice. For such a crappy thing to happen, I certainly have gotten lucky with everything that has happened since then. Between friends who carted my sorry ass around town for a month to an "ex" who took care of me at the house, I really don't have a lot of room to complain.
Anna absolutely "gets" what I need, "gets" I'm impatient, and "gets" that I'll do whatever she tells me to do if it means getting back on my feet again. I've had three sessions with her, and already I can feel the ankle getting flexible again, and much stronger. I think there is actually some hope that I might be able to start doing laps at the rink by early September, if I take it easy!
I'm back to the gym as well. I feels so good to be able to exercise, although I still get some weird looks when I show up in my walking cast and start doing a ballet barre exercise holding onto one of the structural posts... Right now, it's mostly stretching and light upper body work, but I did make a promise to myself that I'd use this downtime to dump the rest of the weight and get some muscle tone, and it looks like I'll be able to make good on that promise.
Of course, none of this has stopped me from trying to figure out a way to put a skate blade on the bottom of my walking cast....
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