My legs were pretty tight on Friday. Phil came out to help me out of my car. He started stretching me just inside at the white table. He told me that we weren’t going to the stander because I was too tight. It bothered me a bit but I knew that my legs were tight.
As time went by, I could feel my legs loosening up. Toward the end of my time, Phil was holding my ankles with my legs straight out. The white table is higher than my wheelchair so my feet were elevated. Phil told me to bring my left knee to my chest. I could feel that my leg was relaxed and as I bent my knee with ease and brought it to my chest, I exclaimed, “Just like butta!” and began to laugh. Phil shook his head and told me to, “Shut-up.”
Each time he told me to bring either my right or left knee to my chest, I responded with, “Just like butta!” or “Butta! or “like butta!” Laughing each time. Each time I responded with one of these exclamations, Phil told me to, “Shut-up.”
My time was up so Phil pushed me out to my car. My legs felt loose but TOO loose to stand on my own so Phil helped me up to my feet and into my car. He gave me another variation of his “bends” and a weird hand grabby “Joystick” on his part that I refuse to count. Well, it wasn’t a HUGELY productive day on my part but it feels REALLY good that my legs are SO loose… Like butta!