Good Morning. Happy Sunday. It’s a beautiful day in New England which makes me feel a bit guilty for all the hurricane ravaged communities that are trying to bail themselves out. Or for people who lost everything. I can’t imagine. I sell insurance for a living and only once did I have a claim where people lost everything and it’s heart breaking.
I thought I’d give you a run down of my final check up with my orthopedic surgeon. It was exactly four months from the date of my second knee surgery. He was happy that I had full range of motion in both knees. He also said a couple of interesting things. He said that some people with 2 replacement knees have trouble walking down the stairs normally. Which is something I have issue with but I am not sure if my brain is holding me back or the movement itself. I am going to try to figure that out. He also said that most people with knee replacements don’t get on their knees. Well I observed my father get on his knees in July and he’s had 3 sets of replacement knees (long story). That alone gave me the desire to not be outdone by the old man.
I started training again with my personal trainer three weeks ago. On the first day, she asked me if there was something I hadn’t done that I wanted to. When I asked her to help me get on my knees, she knew exactly what to do. She put down a weight bench that I could use to lean on and I got on my knees next to the bench and was able to pull myself up. While it wasn’t exactly comfortable on my knees, it wasn’t painful. I felt accomplished and when I explained that to my surgeon he was so very impressed and stated that I must be an outlier. And I believe that I’m an RA outlier. I try hard to live my life with as little interruption from the chronic disease that I’ve had for 20 years.
Thanks goes out to my dad for giving me the courage to go through all of this. It was his mother who had RA and never complained. I also have to thank my bitchin’ personal trainer Cathy. I love working with her so much and she gives me the courage always to keep reaching for the brass ring. She said the day I walked back into the gym after surgery for the first time was the only time she’d seen me with a normal gait. She said I had a confidence she hasn’t ever seen.
Music to my ears.