Moving the goalposts

Physical therapists cheat. ๐Ÿ˜› They set the rules of the game, but just when you get to the point where you feel like you’ve got the upper hand, they change the rules out from under you.

Given that my ankle surgery won’t be happening until the end of July, I’m in PT right now to strengthen the joint and make sure the problem doesn’t get worse between now and then. Which means a whole lot of exercises, one of which has escalated in the following manner:

Balance on one foot? Okay, I can do that.

Balance on one foot on a squishy foam pad? . . . okay.

Balance on one foot on a squishy foam pad with your leg behind you to screw with your balance!

Balance on one foot on a squishy foam pad with your leg behind you and a heavy rubber ball in your hands!

Balance on one foot on a squishy foam pad with your leg behind you while waving the heavy rubber ball in various directions!

My PT seriously threatened to make me play catch while balancing on one foot on the squishy foam pad. >_<

I mean, okay, yes. I have gotten stronger. And my balance is vastly better than it was, say, six months ago. But there’s a point at which you think, can’t I just enjoy my accomplishments for a little bit? Do you have to pull the rug out from under me every time I start to get my footing on it?

Yes, they do.

Doesn’t mean I don’t want to give them the stink-eye for it, though.

2 Responses to “Moving the goalposts”

  1. Susan

    Don’t you sometimes feel they are just having fun with you? I can imagine their break room conversations, “That’s nothing, you’ll just die when you hear what I got Marie to do this afternoon; I don’t know how I kept a straight face!” Right out of a Gary Larson cartoon.

    • swantower

      Given how I feel today, I imagine the conversation was “man, is she going to be SORE tomorrow . . . .”

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