Sunday’s Story

It was still cold and still windy and, according to the TV, with occasional snow this morning, but it was sunny here on Sunday morning. I called Lu for her birthday, unfortunately while she was getting ready for church.

My new therapist showed up just after noon. We went over the whole story (yet again). She made some good suggestions and left me with six different exercises I need to do every day. That should be no big problems as I did all of them at the rehab center, albeit using parallel bars rather than my kitchen counter.

What surprises me is that they all center on strengthening my legs and have nothing to do with my back. Well, I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me as my Brother Carl’s doctor doesn’t even believe in any therapy. I guess, unlike say an artificial knee, they want your back to heal without any stress or strain.

I kept my brace on all day (no nap) in preparation for going back to work. I also took a couple of calls from friends in the afternoon.

I ate the rest of the leftover tuna and peas for Sunday dinner and then watched a taped movie until bedtime.