Day Seven

Yesterday was day seven and the first day I woke up and didn't feel substantially better. I'm not sure if I've just reached a different phase, where the improvements won't be as obvious, or if it was just a bad day. Part of it was a headache that I just couldn't shake.
The physical therapist was here on Tuesday and was impressed with my level of strength and flexibility, considering surgery was only one week ago. I am now free to walk with one crutch, with her blessing. I have been walking some with out any assistance, but it feels too limpy, so until I am stronger, I will use a crutch or the walking stick my Mom brought me today. As much as I want to walk on my own, I think it is more important to keep the stride full and natural. It won't be much longer.
I had more exercises added to my physical therapy. It now takes about an hour twice a day. Eventually they would like me to do them three times a day. Today I was nauseated before finishing my a.m. routine, so I'll stick to twice a day for now.
Mr. Big, my rat terrier, is always right there encouraging me. Mostly, he soaks up the attention he gets during my many little breaks between sets.
Fendi is also a constant. My daughters little yorkie-pom always has a sympathetic lick at the ready.
Chili, the calico, has been eager to go out for my walks with the rest of the team. She also likes to add her weight to my leg lifts when the mood strikes her.
Bella and Glory brighten up and look alive as I take my walks down the drive. They are begining to figure out that I bring nothing but scratches and pats. Hopefully they will keep checking me out anyway.