Today I got to dangle my arm, squeeze a rubber ball, and put on a regular shirt instead of wearing an oversized sweatshirt Quasimodo style. Woohoo...
At least now I know how PTs get such quick results: they NICE you to death. Jessica, my PTA, was so sincere in wanting my arm to feel better, and NOT wanting to hurt me while moving my arm around, that when she did move it to the point where my stomach flipped over and my eyes went dim, I kept quiet so as not to disappoint her. Can't wait until Monday's appointment.
Until then, you history buffs might want to chime in about Ken Burns' film "The War". Soulmate & I have been riveted to it whilst I plod along on the Arc trainer. I loved "Saving Private Ryan" and "Band of Brothers", but this is both bigger and more intimate. I ration it out an hour at a time, like K-rations.
DOC'S ADVICE: watch it on reruns or buy it from PBS, and you'll never doubt this was "the greatest generation."