I am a fool. I've been totally dedicated in doing my home exercises assigned to me by my physical therapist.
What a stupid idea.
Know why? Because my reward for mastering all these tough exercises is to get even tougher exercises, this time with weights. At one point, I was doing some exercise that Neil the PT guy calls "the clamshell," and I was thinking, "This one isn't so bad."
No sooner had I formed the thought, Neil came over to tell me that I was doing it incorrectly. He moved my hip a fraction of an inch, and the exercise went from easy-peasy to damn near impossible.
Neil also raised the number of reps for each exercise from 3 sets of 10 reps, to 4 sets of fifteen reps. When I mentioned that he had doubled the reps, he denied it. I guess math isn't a big requirement for physical therapy, but from where I come from 60 reps is exactly twice 30 reps.
At the end of the session, he told me I was "doing great," and that "we'd really get to work on Wednesday." :-0
I'm already walking like I've been on a horse all day, and am in a pretty fair amount of pain. Fortunately, I now know to take some Advil both before and after each session, and to have Bob ice down my back before I stiffen up.
If I were a sociopath, I would definitely become a physical therapist. What other legal profession allows you to hurt people and they pay you to do so? And what kind of fool am I to be the one that pays?
Kathy N-V