Yesterday was PT session #5. In addition to clearing me to run my Doc also ordered me back for 2 more weeks of PT. Lets just say I wasn’t overjoyed at the prescription but I dutifully obeyed and found myself back in the capable if not conservative hands of PT girl (PTG). Well much to my great surprise whatever my beloved Doc wrote in my file and faxed to her convinced PTG that perhaps I was ready to progress beyond level 1 recumbent bike type activities. My excitement rapidly morphed into amusement as she laid out my new PT routine.
It started with a warm up on the recumbent bike, yawn. However this only lasted 5 min b/c the 2nd half of the warm up was on the treadmill . . . walking backwards, up hill, with my hands in the air. Why, you might ask? Well b/c this works on balance silly goose, or so claims PTG. I think it’s her payback b/c I ask her 7 and a half zillion questions about everything she makes me do.
After that I moved on to another balancing act. This one required standing on foam pad balanced only on Righty (ok so far not bad) and then throwing a weighted ball at a trampoline angled at about a 20 degree angle. This angle ensured that the ball would bounce directly back into my face. I had to do this continuously for 2 minutes. I got 58 throws in, touched the floor with my left foot to rebalance 10 times, and successfully avoided a bloody nose. I wasn’t overly pleased with my performance, I mean that is fewer than one toss every 2 seconds. Next time I am totally getting 75 tosses in, bloody nose or not.
To round out this trifecta of circus tricks I ended the session with 2 minutes of jogging in place . . . on a hot pink round trampoline that women used to have in their basements during the jazzercise era. Seriously, think Olivia Newton John circa 1981. All I was missing was a pair of head and wrist terry cloth sweat bands.
This new set of “exercises” was certainly more advanced (I graduated from red to green, one step closer to the prized blue band) but man oh manishevitz is it a sight to behold. But hey if this sort of stuff gets Righty healthy I’ll ride around the room on a unicycle juggling rattlesnakes. Yeah I said it, rattlesnakes.
3 comments:
So righty has no lingering fear of bouncing balls? Have you measured THAT accomplishment?
Ahh...the joys of PT. I had to do the ball on the trampoline thing after my back surgery. But instead of balancing on one foot, I had both feet on a balance board and had to keep it stable. Fun times. Circus tricks is a great way to describe it.
Yeah, you had me until the rattlesnakes. Now I know you're just exaggerating for effect. You wouldn't even listen to one sentence of my snake story....
Ryan
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