Don't take me too seriously. I don't.
Mrs. Major was showing off for Son Major yesterday. She stood up from sitting on the bed without the use of her arms. Of course our bed is higher off the ground (24 in) than a normal chair (17 in), but, still…
Today, she also stood up and dried herself after her shower (she had been formerly sitting down to dry herself); then she walked out of the shower to her walker.
The nurse took out all the staples from Mrs. Major’s knees. The tool she used looked nothing like the staple puller I have in my desk. No wonder Mrs. Major didn’t want me to do it. The tool looked like a small pair of pliers that had two teeth on the bottom and one on the top. When she squeezed, the staple would bend upward from the middle, unhook itself from the incision, and Mrs. Major would gasp. Read more
Gary Varvel’s post today says it all.
“After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, ‘No hablo ingles.'” —Ronnie Shakes
Mrs. Major continues to make improvements. She’s got her CPM dialed up to 99º. We don’t know what her actual flexion is, we’ll find that out when the PT comes on Tuesday, but that’s a full 9º more than two days ago on the machine. Mrs. Major continues to work very hard at her exercises even though she’s in almost constant pain. She says it’s not any worse than before the knee replacement, but it’s different…mostly in the muscles around the knees. Read more