Physical Therapy Mountain

Here I am.  Climbing the new, gigantic mountain in front of me.  Here's the story.  There was a serious, gymnastic, late night dare when I was 13. Who can win a race on their hands.  Down a concrete walk way.  Down hill. I would have won, if I hadn't cracked my knee cap.  Had surgery at 17 to fix all the damage.  It has not hurt once in the years since.  Even after I have continued to teach high impact on it.Then two weeks ago it's weird.  I lay off a bit.  Then I travel out of state for a certification and used it for the thousand hour class.  The following Monday, I taught two classes and worked out on it.  Got home and holy shit people.  It was over.  MRI showed a dislocated knee cap and "highly damaged" cartilage.  Excuse me can you give me the definition of "highly damaged?" Instant vacation for me.  8 week vacation.  I hate vacations.I met a Physical Therapist several years back that saved my life.  More on that later.  So, I called her and demanded that she save my life again.  She is phenomenal and agreed to work me in.  I went for my first session yesterday and it was brutal.  They pulled me off the knee and asked that I use a crutch.  I had already decided I was going to do that anyway, so no shock there.  They have the most cutting edge equipment and I used some nasty language but at least I walked away feeling better.  I'm dreading the rehab like I'm dreading all horrible things in my life but do I have another choice?

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