I went walking today in therapy for the first time in almost a month. They had me stop to give my sore upper arm/shoulder a chance to heal, which has been moderately successful. It’s still sore, but I was surprised and happy to see that I could just go walking without messing me up too much. I only walked about 250 feet but still, for the first time in a month, it’s not bad. And I did notice that I wasn’t holding on to the walker with a death grip until the end of the walk. That’s a good sign I think. Next week I’ll go back to walking here in the hallways with some help, and with any luck, I’ll be able to go out on the porch with my kitties sometime soon. Yayyy!
I don’t know how many therapy appointments I have left before they need to be renewed, and at some point, Medicare will decide they’re not going to pay for more. Something to verify tomorrow.