Recovery journal

Day 44: Productive. Independent. Determinded. Today, marks four weeks post-op. Yay! PT this morning. Physical therapist asked if I've been doing my homework. I replied, of course I do my homework. I want this more than YOU. It's the road to MY recovery. She said, she never heard anyone put it like that before. Also, went to the gym - love all my gym folks. They are SO good to me. Down but NEVER out.

The Best

Out and About with a smile

As I’ve been contemplating Open Reduction Surgery all week many thoughts have entered my mind. Last night, I started thinking about my favorite athlete, Serena Williams. The woman is a beast with finesse and precision on the court. She has a fighting spirit that allows her to get through tough, gritty matches. She never gives up on herself even when the match looks like it is about to get away from her. She seems to have the same mental fortitude in her personal life as well. Recently, she was sidelined with a non-tennis foot injury (not the first time she’s been injured) which required surgery. The foot injury caused her to miss the first Grand Slam of the year, the Australian Open. To add insult to injury, she holds four Australian Open titles and was the current defending champion. Surely, she hated missing the tournament. Tennis is her passion, her livelihood. However, from the interviews I’ve watched and the photos I’ve seen she seems to keep her spirits high and not let the injury get her down. Once it’s time to rehab, I'm sure she’ll put in the necessary work to return to her dominant nature on the court.

I look to my fitness hero, Serena Williams as I begin my journey through surgery, recovery, and rehab. Although, I don’t have the fame, game, or recognition that Serena has, I see a lot of similar qualities between us.

Pure passion

Injuries can happen to anyone, even the best of the best.                   

Serena was also recently hospitalized for pulmonary embolism. Wishing her a speedy recovery.

One sleep away…

Bulky temporary cast 

...From learning my prognosis. For some reason, I have no anxiety at all about tomorrow’s visit at the Fracture Clinic. Well, except we’re expecting snow in the area tonight and that could possibly make for a messy commute in the morning. Otherwise, I’m calm and peaceful and have this overall sense that everything is going to be just fine. The doctor will give me a once over, maybe even do another set of X-rays just to confirm the Acute Tibial Plateau Fracture is healing properly and thus rule out the need for surgery. They’ll replace my temporary cast with a new vibrant color fiberglass cast (I’m partial to purple) and send me on my way with a recovery plan. On prognosis eve, I am speaking my quick, painless recovery into existence.