The stairs to my workroom have been a no-go zone ever since the surgery. Piles of napkins and throw pillow covers -- the red and greens and the autumn leaf colored -- have been taken up those stairs ( not by me) along with the scarlet ribbons from the tree, all awaiting ironing. Not to mention all the empty boxes, gift wrapping materials, and other odds and ends that have been stowed away to await my attempts at organizing them.
When Jay, my physical therapist, visited yesterday, he was happy to see me walking without the cane and I told him that what I really wanted was to climb the stairs. So we worked out a plan which suited me perfectly. I went up the stairs on all fours and without a twinge from the knee. The I came back down, backwards and using the same 'hands-on' technique.
It's not pretty and I won't try it in public. But it 's a milestone. Jay said that using the stairs that way was as good as any of the exercises he's had me do and he said something along the lines of My job here is done, ma'am.
So no more walker, no more cane, no more heavy duty meds, no more visits from Jay. I still have to take good breaks and stretch out when I feel tired but I do, indeed see a light at the end of the tunnel -- or maybe it's at the top of the stairs.
Oh glory! Can you imagine how good it felt to be up there ironing -- performing a normal useful activity?
Driving is next on my list...