When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second.
When you are sitting on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour.
That is relativity. Albert Einstein.
Last week the physical therapist put weights on my ankles and made me get in the water. I was thinking she was trying to drowned me. My physical therapy has moved to a new level which is not terribly difficult when I am doing it, but I am definitely feeling it that night and the next day. The good news is that this means my muscles are getting stronger and working harder than they have for a long time. The bad news is that I am usually sore and very tired after the physical therapy, so much so that I have actually started dreading the days that I have therapy.
Today I met a woman who was just starting therapy after having her right hip replaced. She had the biggest smile on her face and just looked full of life. She said she had her left hip replaced in 1988. I started asking her questions thinking I would hear how much better her life is now. She mentioned that she has had five surgeries on her right hip and this is actually the third replacement of that joint because it keeps dislocating.
I wanted her to stop talking right that minute.
She went on to say that she had to delay this last surgery for several months because she fell last fall and broke her pelvis in two places. She said she was so excited to be starting physical therapy again.
Time for me to regroup….I had a successful hip replacement with no complications. My left hip is virtually pain-free for the first time in several years. My muscles are getting so strong that I have to use weights to keep improving their function. Being tired after physical therapy means I am working hard. What is there to complain about?