My right shoulder has been killing me. Isn’t it odd that all of the aches and pains and sprains and tingling – even the blood clot – are happening on the right side? Very lopsided. In any case, the physical therapist was here this morning to do an assessment of the shoulder/arm in response to a PT order from my doctor. He also assessed the ankle; the order for that came through when I sprained it, but was postponed when they found the blood clot. It’s been unstable so it got assessed and I get more PT.
There seems to be a nerve impingement as well as super tight muscles. Right side testing was considerably shortened from the normal left side, so PT will help. I got three stretching exercises to do in the morning and will go to PT twice a week for some indefinite time, because we’re also going to add in some work with the legs and walking. Chris was impressed with how much walking I’m doing on my own, so that feels good and as though I’m not slacking off somewhere. Pain needs to be heeded, and pushing the shoulder pain could result in other problems for me.
Also got instructions on how to shrink my giant abdominal hematomas and clarification of why I’m not to wear AFO’s on the NuStep. Wearing them supports the ankle but it can disguise any rubbing of the foot in the brace/shoe that could cause more problems. No one explained that before, or at least I don’t remember it, just that they didn’t want me wearing AFO’s on the machine. Got it. I think I need to reverse my shoe plans so the AFO’s go on first whether I think I’m walking or not, since they support the ankle. Mid-afternoon I’ll take them off and put on the zipper shoes to do the NuStep. Or not, if it’s not a NuStep day. I’ve been doing that backwards and I’m more likely to make myself go walking if the AFO’s are already on.
I’m not reluctant to walk. The problem is the cats, who want to go out in the hall with me when I go. I’m slower than someone not using a walker (or wheelchair), and they could easily get past me into the hall. So I try to plan my walks when they are flaked out asleep on the porch or in their boxes or other sleeping places. If they don’t cooperate, it makes things harder, and that’s when I wait and sometimes the walk just doesn’t happen. Life is like that.