I called Elle when I pulled up to Barwis. My chair topper was not working AGAIN so my chair was stowed in my trunk so someone had to come get it out for me. Mike came out, got it, and pushed me in. As I waited, I closed my eyes because I did not sleep through the night last night. It had been a little move than a week that I was awakened with my legs in pain but last night; I was. I really HATE not sleeping well and being awakened in pain but I remember when I slept like a mummy and didn’t move because I couldn’t. So this pain signifies progress. Brock said it wouldn’t last forever so I guess I will endure this also.
Mike wheeled me to the blue table and it was all cock-eyed crooked. Thankfully, he moved it the right way before he put me on it. He kneaded my calves kind of forcefully so it kind of hurts but I don’t mind so much. Progress is key! Regardless of how little it is. I showed him footage of Sean’s track meet this past weekend and told him how cold and miserable it was and how stiff my fingers were. Then I told him that my legs SHOULD NOT feel as good as they do because they did not bother me at all even after I sat in the cold for 4 hours! Again, progress.
He stretched my legs and as he did, Kenny and Gorgi walked up to shake Mike’s hand bid him farewell. Kenny walked around and put his fist up as I extended my hand and then we both did the opposite and laughed and did that weird hand grabby thing that me and Phil used to do. He wished me luck on my walking and I told him that I hoped to see him again. Alex wasn’t there.
Mike had me lay on my stomach and stretched me good. Then he had me sit on the edge of the table and stretched my legs outward. He didn’t put the medicine ball between my knees this time and he didn’t break my lap either but my legs opened easier. He (andJesse and Phil) have explained MANY times why my knees buckle inward a lot but this time it was easy to see some progress.