Went to my physical therapy appointment today. I love my doctor…he’s from Italy, and he really knew his stuff. He sat me down, asked ankle questions, and for the next 90 minutes we did a round of therapy to strengthen the ligament. First I laid down on my side and he rolled and massaged my ankle area. He said I had very flexible ankles, which can be good and bad. Then he put a machine right on the hurt area and left it there for 10 minutes. It was really tingly and my muscles were twitching, but in a good sort of twitching. Then he took me into a room where people were doing gerbil-looking exercises, and I did a ten minute cycle of three exercises…Flexing my feet in a whirlpool, Lying face up and lowering my heels against a raised bar, and then rolling my feet on a lateral ball. The whirpool thing made my ankles crack, the raised bar was kind of hard to do and I had to take little breaks, and the ball was the most painful one to do. But I got some good stretching in too, and!
the doctor gave me a list of stretches to do every day. Overall I am WAY happier with the care I got there. And for all of those treatments, it turned out to be less expensive than the craptastic Urgent Care session I had in May. I have another appointment with him again next week!
I am thinking a lot about my big sister. I just hope her man steps up and takes care of her. I know he bought baby books and all, but I also know that his enthusiasm for it isn’t as high. I am just impressed with my highly underrated secret-keeping skills: All day Saturday she was trying to reach our folks who were driving home from a business trip. She had left a message, looking for yia-yia and pappou (grandma and grandpa in Greek) but their cells were both turned off. Finally at the end of the afternoon, Dad called me, who sounded pretty oblivious. I told him casually to call my sister, because she was looking for them all day. And I hung up. 15 minutes later my mom was screaming “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?!” Easy, it wasn’t my place. It would have been wrong if I did. But I threw them off well, I never alluded to anything.
Anyway, I will to do my part to help wherever needed, but I need to develop my life. Honestly since this has been happening I feel like I’m in East of Eden. See the movie with James Dean in it…he’s mesmerizing in it. Except instead of two brothers, it’s two sisters, and I’m Cal, and my sister is Aron. My sister is evolving in all the acceptable and lauded ways, and I am the do-gooder with a rebellious streak. But I need to remind myself that I have to take care of myself before I take care of others. My sister should know, because that’s what she always tells me, and she’s lived by that example too. And I know that she’ll finish teaching next Tuesday and she’ll be with mom and dad for the bulk of summer. We had a talk together anyway, and she knows that I need my time with my friends because I can share with them about personal issues as freely as she and her husband do.
Who knows what will be on tap for the weekend.