I find it amazing the perverse pleasure my PT's take in making me stronger:
"That hurt's, you know?"
"Good. Keep doing it for thirty seconds. Work toward a minute."
And the encouragement is overwhelming:
"I'm walking up the lower five stairs at my (split-level entry) house."
"Good. Start doing them all. Next time, we'll work on walking down them."
Not to mention the challenges they offer:
"I'm trying to walk a mile a day."
"Good. Start working toward two. And if the dog doesn't pull, add her to the mix."
Sadly, I still have 1 cm to go on the flat extension of my leg. I bent it on my own today to 105 degrees. I was hoping for more. Guess I better go work out . . .
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