Re-hab #1

Though I've had 4 Home Visits which included light exercises, today was the first visit to the Facility.  The worst part was waiting; the room was cold.  The next downside was watching while the other waiting patients were joined with their therapists.  One by one, I discounted the therapists as unsuitable for me---too goofy, too sullen, too cavalier.  I was already planning to take back my scrip and go elsewhere.  I despise hospital settings anyway.  Matters didn't improve when I dropped the clipboard on my "bad" foot, skinning it slightly,  but they did give me a bandaid.  Then my assigned therapist introduced herself to me, and she seemed like the ideal therapist.  She took all the salient information, measured the affected parts of the knee and entire leg, and then the other leg for comparison purposes. One detriment of having my severely crooked and grotesque right leg straightened with the insertion of the knee implant  is that the right leg is now just under 1/2 inch longer than the left.  So until the left  knee is replaced with the accompanied straightening of that leg, I could benefit by a shoe insert in the left shoe.
   Went through all the usual exercises, and a few new ones.  Only one put pressure on my lower back in area once home to herniated disc, so she agreed to eliminate that exercise.  Another was new to me, and one of the few where the therapist is involved, forcing my knee backward into the "zone of discomfort" and holding it there for 5 seconds.  Okay, no problem, 5 seconds is just that.  She told me later that most people yell out during that maneuver, and for the third time this week, I heard the word tough used in connection to me.  I AM A PIONEER.  
   Sandie, my therapist, told me that I have had the fastest recovery at this point of all the patients she's had, not even adjusting for age.  She said the progress so far was amazing.  Again, I could wish that I was being commended for some other life accomplishment, but at this point, I guess  I'll just have to go with what comes my way.  We ended the session with me on an enormous exercise bike, pedaling away to an Adele song---and even that didn't bring me to tears.