Now, I know why patients are called thus.

Went to another physio yesterday - she was much more thorough in terms of her taking of my history and physical assessment. She didn't however, massage my calf... which was something that I had been looking forward to for the entire week. Lambasting physios has been somewhat of a favourite pastime this last week, because to me, I still have yet to find one that I like. Or maybe I'm just fussy.

She also made me walk. Unaided. Without my CAM walker on. I can barely heel-lift and toe-off as it is. In fact, I really wouldn't call it walking, more like an undignified shuffle. She's also added another exercise: standing on my invalid leg and balancing myself on said leg for ten seconds. And my goodness, are my muscles atrophied.

I am going to bake a cake this evening in hopes that it will cure me of this sudden rage that I feel. Or I'm just PMS-ing because my period is supposedly due. Either way, excessive amounts of sugar should do the trick.