Physiotherapy this morning. My physiotherapist is a lovely, tiny woman named Debbie who does choreography at
Orpheus - so we had a good chat about local amateur theatre, including the auditions for
The Full Monty. She looked like a dancer. I wish I did. Maybe I should take up dancing.
And I have exercises to do. Many, many exercises. Most of them with a five pound weight attached to my ankle. She said the healing was going well and my legs are still very strong - which, considering that all the muscles in my right leg have evaporated into nothing, surely can't be true. She was very good at answering my questions - why do I always have a lot of questions? - and it was a very encouraging session. She gave me some suggestions of what yoga exercises I could do, and you know what? I think I'll be doing exercises morning, noon and night, with no time for anything else.
I have only two words for myself: Hadrian's Wall.
Actually, I really, really enjoyed the physio session and (contrary to what everyone told me to expect) there was no pain involved. Just as well I enjoyed it, because there is more to come: two sessions per week for the next eight weeks.