The Fabulous Flaming Moose

Physio Therapy

Another month come and gone since my accident, testing day at the 6 week marked showed, one leg had healed better then the other one, out of the 3 broken ribs I had, only one wasn't completely healed, my collar bone needed some more time too, but the big one I was most happy about, my jaw is completely healed, yes solid food.

I over heard that some physio will begin, got me a little excited, before the crash I enjoyed working out, felt being fit helped me be a better driver, who knows maybe I can impress a few nurses.

Wow, I was wrong, my good arm wasn't a issue but the moment I went to lift my leg finally freed from the cast, nothing, wasn't even sure if I was wiggling my toes, couldn't help but think to myself What the hell?, I hear a small laugh from my room door, seems I have a male therapist and it seems to find this funny.

"Sorry Dude, but it's not that easy after a wreck like that, not to mention two months of inactivity"

"Why can't I feel if I wiggled by toes? it was just a break wasn't it?"

" Don't worry, I am here to help you get back in shape"

"You sound like a chemical for a gym membership"

"Sweet, second career here I come, see your chart says your Jonathan, I'm John"

" Nice to meet you, so were do we start?"

He does a message on my toes and foot, said it helps him feel where the muscle tone is at,  some reflex thing he explains, nerve endings in our feet and what they connect to, seems to be working as I feel my foot and start to wiggle my toes with a smile on my face.

As his assessment continued he did the same message with all of my leg, some areas caused more pain then others, he reassured me that was normal after the trauma I suffered, after the message stage he started to move my foot back and forth, then around working the muscles and the joint, then lifted my leg up slowly, then down, then worked it for my knee to bend and push my leg up towards me, it really hurt again he could see the pain in my face and comforted me that this is good news, feeling my legs means I can move my legs.

After he worked the leg himself for a little longer, he placed it back down and said "now you try" I was in fact able to lift it a little higher then the nothing I had at the very first attempt, " Good, lower it and now again" he only had me do this 6 times, I did ask why not more, " Don't try to push it to much, let your body ease back into it, after all it has been working hard to heal" reluctantly I replied with " yeah, that does make sense".

A knock on the door and a lunch tray, yes real food, not mush, lunch time and I am starving in the manor of wanting solid food.

"Look at that, a hour already, I'll be back tomorrow same time, enjoy your lunch" 

"Thank you, have a nice day" really, that seemed lame, should I have said enjoy your lunch too? oh well I have food on the brain and want to see what I finally get to eat that isn't soup or applesauce, pudding wasn't all bad or the Jello and the chocolate breakfast shake was the best, but not so filling.

I lift the lid from the plate, mash potatoes, steamed carrots and what looked like boiled chicken breast, ok still soft style but at least it is meat, I dig in and it just pulls apart nicely, easy to chew but a little under seasoned as it is bland, I don't see any salt or pepper packets, so I will take it mixed with the carrots and potatoes to get some flavor going, as it is at least a solid meal, plus I notice chocolate pudding for dessert to wash it down.

I left nothing on my plate, I did notice that know I felt full and sleepy, I decided that I would see about a after lunch nap, so when the nurse came in to take the tray I asked if I needed to stay awake for anything, she said no enjoy your rest and turned out the light.

Not sure why I found myself dreaming about swimming, mainly the beach, could be because every time Tony came in her would talk about getting me out to the beach even if he has to push this damn hospital bed himself, to get me fresh air and sun, he also talked about how they move back here, but he wasn't giving up on getting me to Bali for a while, he must be here soon, he has come around two everyday since I came out of the coma, he hasn't had the girls with him, thinks they should wait till less tubes.

Don't blame him, they freak me out a little, me the one with them attached let alone be young and first time seeing something like this, half asleep I end up letting out " I must look like a monster" all I hear is "No it's just your normal self" must be 2pm cause that is tony I hear.

"Should I call you sleeping handsome? get a nurse to kiss you? wake you up?" thank goodness, he seems to always cheer me up. His company really does help the time go by a little faster, he makes me laugh and we talk about the good old days.

Tony get's a text and has to leave but says " Don't worry I will be back again tomorrow" , Thank goodness as he goes out a nurse comes in with my dinner tray, looks likes green beans, ham and apple sauce is my dinner tonight, I notice a jello cup, I dig in and eat every bite, I once again feel full and fall off asleep for the rest of the night.