I have just come back from rehab physio - a rather grand term for a half an hour of torture. The physiotherapist - far too cheerful and young at 8.15am for me to stomach - had us bending and stretching until it HURT!
My poor knee, is in major sulk mode at the moment.
Any hoo, a stint on the trampet (mini-trampoline)....Come on says Mr Cheerful... knees up knees up - that's it!
A stretch on the mat - right - lift your hips....lift your left leg...put all your weight on your bad leg (oooowwwwweee)
A 'ride' on the static bike ....lets increase the resistance he says, turning the screw - in more ways than one!
Sit ups... the sort where you sit on a chair...then sit up - Easy you think, however, my knee was quite cross when it had to work.
What else torture did Mr Cheerful make me do? Oh yes - step ups, step downs, treadmill, a cruel one where I had to lean against a huge ball and bend down doing squats against the wall...and the worst? Well I've saved that one for last - I had to stand (with my bad leg) on a squashy ball and balance - ha! Go in with a knee for physio come out with a sprained ankle in one easy lesson.
Well done, see you next week says Mr Cheerful, grinning happily, grinning encouragingly - just grinning as we variously shaped and sized torture victims shuffle out, limping and creaking, as quickly as humanly possible.
Oooef my aching knee!!
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I thought Physio was meant to help... I suppose if it does help in the long run but your description makes me think otherwise!
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ReplyDeleteooooowwwwww! maybe that's what they mean when they say 'no pain, no gain'! just think of all the lovely pain-free walks you'll soon be enjoying :)x
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