No, I am not having a pity party, but I am going to whine for just a wee minute.
Physical Therapy HURTS!
I have always heard that it does, but foolishly thought that it would feel good, as though the healing work you're doing actually feels comforting and how wonderful it is to be moving those muscles again, and yay, aren't you getting strong!
No longer do I feel that way.
It is a struggle, and I am a huge wimp. Especially since it's only my shoulder/rotator cuff, containing several muscle groups that I have neglected to use because it hurt so damn bad before. Now I am using them again, and during my evaluation phase, my therapist told me I was weak. WEAK, I say! So we are making them non-weak by tugging and pulling and pushing up and sweating.
I am, and forever shall be in awe of those who struggle against all odds to regain their strength, agility and poise through sheer force of will and the help of Physical Therapists and Occupational Therapists. Keep doing the exercises. Keep working at it. It will get better.
And this is their whole body, or at least more muscle groups than my puny shoulder. So, kudos to all who have successfully come back from the brink. I sit in amazement over you.
Me? I am hoping to have stronger arms in time for swim suit season. Shallow? Yes, but whatever motivates you, go for it.
P.S. Happy birthday to my amazing, smart, silly daughter. May you forever keep marching to your own drum, and not giving a care in the world what any one else thinks. I am envious of your independence and fun loving spirit, even if I do have to steal my kisses from you.