Matt the Physical Therapist startled me yesterday by saying no leg exercises, something new today.
Stand up!
Brace on left leg, most of my weight on right leg, left hand on weird semi-walker, heave up, and slowly straighten hips.
Strange to be up so high after three months--looking forward to seeing all the nurses and CNA's shrinking from my lofty height.
Well, not Maddy the Occupational Therapist--I estimate her at six foot four.
Having stood up ten times, I moved on to transferring from bed to wheelchair--no more dangling from the little crane!
Maddy appeared, apparently because transfer from wheelchair to toilet lies in her realm.
She decided that the toilet was too low and put a commode chair over it, even though I was sure that I could have done it.
More success!
Matt put a slight damper on the festivities by saying that it will be four more weeks before I start walking instead of just towering motionless like a statue over the staff--my two legs and left arm combined are enough to stand, but neither leg is up to handling my full weight yet.
