Today was my first full physical therapy session. For those that don’t know, I somehow destroyed my knee and have been hobbling around for nearly two months. My doctor thought I might have a meniscus tear but after an MRI he ruled that out. So, he prescribed physical therapy for two months hoping that it will fix me.
So, 7:20am I trekked through Times Square to the Equity building where I would soon be tested for endurance and flexibility.
After a torturous run on the treadmill my PT determined that I was (and I do not paraphrase) “a really, really, really bad runner.” WHAT? How can you be a bad runner?? He measured my cadence and how my feet landed. My cadence is too low and my heels slam the ground. (I thought my feet were amply suited for escaping a marauding band of pirates… apparently not.)
After examining my joints, more exercises, and a warm sonogram-like device he announced that I my knee is heavily aggravated, inflamed and needed to be iced immediately after any physical activity, particularly the gym, and after getting home from work.
Physical therapy will continue twice a week for two months (excluding my trip home to TN next week). I should remember to bring extra deodorant (because I will sweat) and Kleenex (because I will cry each time).
To stay in good humor about the situation I give you this moment of Phyllis Diller… “My mother-in-law had a pain beneath her left breast. Turned out to be a trick knee.”
Tommy Karr 