Happy Anniversary, Chondromalacia

I first learned what chondromalacia was on January 9, 2017; ten days after the surgery I had to treat it.  Today I celebrate my 8 week anniversary.

There isn’t any polite way to say it; physical therapy can be a real bitch.  I have good days and bad days, and really, really bad days.  There are days when I want to give up, days when I regret ever having surgery, and days when I’m in pain and my knee is swollen and I feel like something is horribly wrong.  Then I have a good day.  A day where I realize the swelling is minimal, the scars don’t look so bad, and I can walk mostly normal.  This past Tuesday I had a breakthrough and finally learned how to walk without looking like I was walking on black ice.  (Yes, a woman did comment on my gait and compare it to that of someone walking on black ice.)  It took almost 8 weeks, but I did it.

My current regimen consists of monster walks, crab walks, leg extensions, lots and lots of stretching, almost maybe going partially down a stair, Bio-Oil, and an infinite amount of clicking and grinding.  Today I’m felling optimistic.  I know that one day my leg will again be strong and powerful and return to it’s former glory.

I may never be a model for leg warmers or knee high socks but it sure beats staples.

 

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