I THINK my tendon is finally healing. But, then, I've thought that before. Two weeks ago I saw my sports medicine doc for the final time. When I said that this was the weirdest injury I've ever had, he looked at me with some concern and said, "It's not just weird, it's the worst kind you can have." WHAT? Then he said, "I hope I never led you to believe that the recovery was going to be quick and easy." Well, no, but I wasn't ready to hear "It's also very likely to happen again." I guess once you dislocate a tendon, it likes to visit its new place periodically. Oh well, I'm going to choose to hope for the best.
One thing is for sure, I was secretly thrilled that I got the OK to stop physical therapy. It's not that I hated going, I just felt like the last few appointments had not really been worthwhile. If anything, the appointments left me frustrated. Especially when I had to leave work to go. Once you've got a series of exercises, you can do them at home.
The second reason has to do with personal bubbles. We talk with students about bubbles a lot at school. I'm a person who does not like my bubble invaded by anyone, especially without warning. My therapist was a bit of a bubble breaker.
I do have some exciting news though. More to come...