I'm usually not that blunt and I'm sure they got the joke (in fact I doubt it's the first time they've ever heard that) but that's what I said today as I was leaving Physical Therapy. After 13 trips of getting poked and prodded, massaged with ultrasound and hooked up to electrodes, standing on one leg and bouncing a ball, etc etc, I now have my doctors appointment on Wednesday and hopefully will get a green light to at least start some light jogging.
Is the achilles fully healed? No. I still ache in the mornings and anytime I stand after sitting for too long. I still feel a little soreness (not quite pain) if I push off the toes of my left foot too hard. But has it improved? Greatly. If the pain and soreness I felt in December were a pizza pie, I'm down to a slice. And sometimes throughout the day it's just a box with some leftovers crust in it (and that little plactic table they use to stop the lid of the box from pressing into the cheese.)
So to Paul whose been my main guy at PT and to Connie who wraps my ankle in the heat packs when I first get there and to Julie who takes my $50 and laughs at me cause I always pay in cash (ain't nobody uses cash no mo) I say good riddance (I hope)
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