So, I thought that I was going to be able to start "walking" the other day. NOPE. Michael, my PT (who is amazing), pulled out a calendar and pointed out that in fact 6 wks was the FOLLOWING day, and there was absolutely no way that weight bearing would commence a day early. I literally collapsed on the PT table (ok, part of the dramatic move was for effect, part was from pure exhaustion of holding myself up all day, but part was from utter desperation and the need to get off the crutches). He explained that I would need to wait 5 more days.
Now, that being said, I was allowed to get on the bike and start using some resistance. OK - I will take these little victories as they come, I thought to myself. So I got to go on the bike. I started riding the bike and turned to Michael and remarked out fast I was going (it really felt fast) and then the bike's power shut off b/c I guess I was not going fast enough.
I managed to hit about 40 rpm. Let me tell you - I felt freaking AMAZING (I might start training for the Tour de France).
"Come on Michael. I mean if am feeling really good, I can do this for like 20 min, right?"
(NO LILY, YOU CAN'T)
"Well can I do 10 minutes a few times a day... Oh wait, the machine shut off"
(LILY, try to keep pedaling at at least 40 rpm!)
"Um, my heart rate is not really doing anything here..."
(YEAH, OK Lily, that is not really the point)
"I think that 10 minutes is enough. I should ice after, right?"
Oh the joy of PT... I can't wait to see what happens tomorrow.