Showing posts with label physio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label physio. Show all posts

Friday, December 7, 2012

K-Tape Experiment

Today, I had my knee k-taped.

These elastic tapes come from Japan and are the new trend! Indeed, not only are they multipurpose: useful to reduce swelling and bruises, stimulate or relax muscles, stabilize joints... but they are also catchy and fun as they exist in tons of colors.

The first time I was introduced to those flashy stripes was during the Roller Derby World Cup in Toronto, as k-tape was heavily used by the physiotherapists, especially that of Team USA. Which was a good point for us (Team France) because the tapes were also matching our colors... given that we were in red and blue like the Americans!
It was misleading, by the way. Once, a spectator asked me when *we* were playing... Dude, do you really care that much about Team France or did you just mistake me for a member of Team USA? Victim, but proud.

The second time I met the k-tapes was in my rehab center where they are also used a lot, especially to reduce bruises of post-surgery patients: put without being stretched, they make folds on the skin, which helps lymphatic flow. It WORKS.
I was taped during my second stay in rehab because I had periosistis on both my legs. It is meant to work well on tendonitis and all, but I must say that, apart from reminding me that I had to keep it easy thanks to the flashy yellow and blue colors on my shins, it did not help much.

Monday, June 11, 2012

The CERS strikes back but I will survive!


Wow you are spoilt today, two puns in one headline!
You must have concluded that:
Yes I'm back in the CERS* !! and Yes it is no picnic...
Note: Strangely enough, this is the second tribute I pay to a freshly dead black female singer in a CERS article. Not on purpose. First Whitney, now Gloria. Should definitely stop going to that place!


 
After 4 weeks spent in February, I signed again. I am in the room next to my previous one: I don't have the amazing view onto the ocean (I mean, I cannot contemplate it when I am lying in my bed) but I can see the training field, which proves to be very useful to check if the weightbearing class has started!

In February, I had program number 2.
Now I have upgraded to number 3, the last stage!
There are three main threads in the center, according to if you are in post-surgery (level 1), semi-strenghtening (level 2) or re-athletisation (level 3). Your doctor puts you in one of the three categories, individualizes your program and adapts it to your special needs. I am *so* glad I have been given the same medical team as last time!

Friday, April 27, 2012

FMyLife #2: Metro

Today, and as always, I hate taking the Parisian metro.
Today, and for five months, it is my only "long" distance transport option.

Today, and for two months, the doors of my physio's metro station reminds me how small I am, refusing to let me out as their detector is slightly above my own height.
Today, and each time I pass those doors, I wish I had my skates on to gain 10 cm and stop making a fool of myself in punching it open.

But then, if I had my skates on, I wouldn't need to take the metro, right?
FML.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Back in the Saddle

At the physio's while warming up on the eliptor, I mentionned that my knee was hurting a bit today.  
"What did you do since last time?"
"Err--I tried to rollerskate..." 

I was clearing myself profusely when she stopped me and said that I had done right. (Right??) Yes because I'm ready now and the motor patterns will help my knee remember how it works. 

I didn't exactly confess that I had spent the three hours of practice on skates running simultaneously the trainings of the advanced and freshmeats all alone, showing all the drills. But then I won't complain if I have her blessing!

"Warm up, take it easy and have fun this weekend, you're doing good!"

Monday, March 12, 2012

They tried to make me go to rehab...

...and I said 'Yes Yes Yes'

4 weeks’s a long and a short time altogether. And I was longing for this retreat as much as I was dreading it. Longing for being taken care of and sweating, dreading for managing to fit in and make friends. In this first summary I will concentrate on the sweating part, the socializing stuff will be the subject of a second post.
I was in room 432: A single room with a large bay window looking onto the ocean. The bed was the same kind as you find in hospitals with the head and the foot that can be lifted up – which happens to be handy when you want to read or work on your computer. Every morning at around 7:30, the nurses would knock at each door to wake us up. Breakfast was served from 7:30 to 8:30 except on Sundays (rest days) when we could oversleep until 8-ish!

Monday, February 6, 2012

CERS

First day at the CERS*.

Put my clothes in the cupboard. Single room with ocean view. Met the nurse. Met the doctor. Met the physiotherapist. Had a look around. Showered. Ate.

Now waiting for the real thing to start: physio-physio-physio from 8am to 5pm. Alternating with proprioception, balneotherapy and work-out. Every day. 4 weeks. Back in March.

Deep breath: GO!