In the meantime, I've already transferred all the basic items I had in my walker bag (things like my handicapped placard, lip balm, house keys, and a small planner) to my smaller sling backpack. Time to put the walker away for now. Yay!
Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Friday, September 19, 2025
Good news, bad news
Good news: I've been released by my physical therapist to only use the cane. I'm off the walker both inside and outside, unless I'm in a busy environment where I feel I need it to keep from being trampled.
Bad news: I got on one of those boards where you slide and do leg presses today at physical therapy. The mount/dismount is somewhat tricky, and I wasn't quite ready for it, because I pulled a part of my quadriceps muscle up on the upper part of my right (operant) thigh, and it really hurt. My therapist did massage it, and it helped quite a bit, but I'm limping a bit, and it hurts to stand up. It's almost exactly the spot I hurt on my left leg earlier this month when I stood up from the dinner table. My quads are always weak, but especially now, after surgery, and they're just not cooperating with me, even though we've worked a lot on strengthening both. But this, too, shall pass, I'm sure.
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