My time these days is being spent as a cheerleader, goffer, companion and do-whatever-else-needs-doing doer. My buddy is spending his time learning new tricks.
No, Wayne is learning how to skateboard but it's one of the tools he uses in physical therapy to get his new knees working the way they should. Well, technically, the new knees work just fine; it's the muscles around them that need the therapy. One of the exercises he does is to roll the skateboard away from him and then pull it back up under him. It's one of several exercises he does to increase his range of motion.
You can see he was watching his therapist who's not in the picture. She is a cute little 20-something blond but don't let that fool you; she's tough. The number of repetitions for leg lifts, knee-slides, etc. goes up by ten for each therapy session and that's twice a day. And she never loses count of how many he's done, even though she's carrying on a conversation while he's doing them. When Wayne told her a friend said physical therapists lay away at night thinking up ways to torture their patients, she replied that she didn't lose any sleep doing that. Then with a quick grin, she said it was how she spent her lunch hour. They chide one another throughout the session then at the end she tells him out great he's doing and he thanks her for pushing him to do more.He hasn't taken many steps though as he's really light-headed when he stands up at this point.
That's all about to change as he moved to the rehabilitation hospital this afternoon. Now the serious work of getting that range of motion back and making the knees/legs work the way they're supposed to starts in earnest. And I'll bet they have a few tricks up their sleeves too. Skateboard's yesterday, who knows what tomorrow.