Saw the physical therapy guy today.  He examined the knee — tested it — then he stuck his thumbs into my scars and began grinding.  Some of you know what he was doing.  I did, too, because my PA had told me I needed to do it.  He was breaking up the adhesions in the scar tissue, which can often be a serious source of pain.  Through gritted teeth I confirmed he was doing what I thought he was, then I thanked him and asked him to do as much as he could, because I’m just not sure I can do that to myself.  (OK, so we’ve established I must lean more toward the masochism side of things.)

I’ve been released from formal physical therapy, but I took him up on his offer for a four week follow-up just to make sure things are on track (this wasn’t offered to me last year, and I appreciate the opportunity this year to get another opinion on my progress).  I’m supposed to keep working it on my own, and I’m cleared for walking, biking, elliptical trainer, and most anything else I want to do — or my doctor will let me do.  My PA says, “No running,” and I’m ok with that.  When I do my follow-up with the surgeon in three weeks, I’ll get his opinion on what my goals should be.

Until then, I’m looking forward to stationary biking and walking.  And some yoga work to keep things stretched and strengthened.