At 1pm he was taken to the real chamber of horrors, the physio room with all manner of implements similar to the Spanish inquisition tools - I guess that's how it looks to people who have had their knee removed and put back together again.
Young Joe grinned the whole way through the session, showing Ted how to do all the things that will make the leg bend again, but it all looked incredibly agononizing to me. By the time the almost hour was up he had done floor exercises, walked with a walker, learned how to use his crutches properly, walked the parallel bars and climbed over a small obstacle - no mean feat.
Returning to his bed, we got him propped up with ice and supports and he accepted the painkiller with alacrity!
I took him a bag of real roughage, pea pods, oranges and a big carrot so hopefuly he will get them all down as well as the mushy food he gets there.
I remember a German guy having his second knee repaced when Ted was in for his hip replacement 15 years ago. Back then when he had the first one done in Germany, he woke up with his leg in a machine that gently lowered and bent it from the get-go. I think that's what's needed here. The theory must be that if you don't let the leg stop moving, it won't be so hard to get it to 70 degrees within 4 days, to go home. I guess in Germany they come out of surgery and shortly thereafter go to convalescence for 6 weeks of intensive physio and exercise. What a gret way to do it.
Now I anticipate him home Friday (that's the plan...) so I am out looking for a nursie outfit, but perhaps not in the love shop! Hahaha
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