When you leave here, don't forget why you came. ~Adlai Stevenson, to college graduates

So, after three months, today was my last day of physical therapy. I know time was dragging when I had to sit around the house but it is really crazy for me to think that it was over three months ago that I had these surgeries. I do feel a little bit nervous knowing that I won't be checking in with someone on my progress and letting a professional examine the swelling, moving my knee cap, strapping the ice on for me. I mean, I can do all of this myself but there is something very comforting knowing I am not responsible to care for it on my own. Now, we are in a different world...
I have already promised myself that the gym will need to be a part of my life again. This is not something I am really opposed to. As a matter of fact, I enjoy the gym. The "me" time, the stress relieving, and I really do feel energized because of it. What scares me are the multiple machines, temptation of pushing a little harder, possibility of damaging my knee more. They have given me exercises to do but I know it is going to be difficult to not push harder.
On a positive note, my friend hooked up his connection to the Hospital for Special Surgery. They do not take my insurance but he has convinced one of the best doctors there for ACL reconstruction to accept my insurance. I will have to pay the consultation fee but please...in comparison, it is worth it. I am calling this week to make that appointment. Phase one ends and I move onto Independence and Plan B. Of course, only with your support have I made it to this. xoxo