Recovery takes up most of the day, I will make time during that recovery to write this.
Yesterday was another session of physical therapy on correct knee. The PT, 4th therapist to work on my body, gave me more exercises and knowledge. Gave me a shrink sleeve to replace the manual wrap. He also gave exercises for my shoulder. Combing knee and shoulder exercises take a chunk of that recovery time. I also do random knee exercise during the day like attending to the stove while cooking dinner. Flexibility and making muscles fire is therapy.
Anyway, every day I notice improvements as in healing. Breaking news: today I walked a piece of the road I’m on, maybe 1/4 mile, in the most normal knee flex during walking. Pushing range of motion to tolerable pain level. Bedtime is mostly pain free as I am able to raise my leg by itself and no searing pain when first standing up.
However, most of my time is spent on my van’s driver’s seat which swivels around to mate with my raised drop table. I look the length of the van, about 11 feet. The longest length in my house is 20′. Adjusting and accepting my enclosed space.
Yesterday marked 4 weeks post injury, 2 more weeks of swelling before reduction will occur per 1 DR.
I will return to Bend after Victor road trip to continue PT and recovery. My living is easy here where my needs are met. Trails are easier to ride for regaining what I will have lost. My wrists have shrunk. I’m not sleeping as well.
Chill has set in, 46 degrees and overcast. Heater performing its function. 5 gal propane today, paying attention to onboard supply.
Staying on my property sometimes for 2 straight days. Some days I do not speak. I listen to XM, mostly Outlaw Country for audio stimulation, receiver, not creator.
Tomorrow I pull up local anchor to embark on a round trip road drive to Victor, ID. I might be a bit excited about leaving my comfort zone. For preparation is fueling up. Van health is in good repair. I drive my house which has my stuff, I don’t have to make a travel bag. Whatever the weather condition where I visit I match conditions to my wardrobe. Back on the road. Level of anticipation or apprehension of leaving is directly related to amount of time spent at a place.
I pass a small barbershop on way to La Pine. I had been paying attention to the shape of my beard as below my jaw was thatch while above was shorter. I had no image of my hair. Today as I passed the shop on way home after laundry. I passed the shop, Nah, I’m going to do it. I turned back and took my place in a 2 chair cut shop by women. Sign gave discount to seniors. My time there, customers were white haired men, 5 of us. I guy balder than me, told the cuter he was changing his style to leave the fuzzies on his bald pate as temperatures were dropping and he needed the warmth. Many pictures of amateurish auto racers, the former owner. Women have left them hanging and no connection. So, my beard has been shorn and hair ends evened. $12 cut.
Consuming time.