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I had my second physio appointment today. (An online chum of mine who lives in Germany recently broke their ankle in what sounds like a similar way: they dislocated and broke it, needed metalwork. But they had their operation that same day (well, late at night I guess) and was seen by a physio a few times while they were in the hospital afterwards and then it's been two or three times a week at their home! Imagine!)
I'd been doing my exercises pretty faithfully, forgetting a day or two (which the physio assured me is no big deal) but otherwise keeping at them. I found them easy and they didn't cause pain or fatigue so I didn't mind them at all.
The physio was really happy with how I was doing. Everything from just watching me walk into her little cubicle at the beginning of the appointment, to my range of motion when she checked that: it was exactly the same in both feet today. Again my left ankle is still a little weaker but only to the extent that's inevitable.
So I've got new exercises to do, and I tried a stationary bike which left me sad I don't have regular access to one because it felt really good on my ankle. I can do bodyweight lunges and squats and stuff at the gym as long as I "tolerate it" (i.e. it doesn't hurt), which is exciting because I'm going back to what we're now calling "trans gym" tomorrow. I confessed I did a little of that last week, just trying out like if my ankle would hold up for a plank or whatever, but the physio said she was fine with me trying that stuff and doing it if it felt okay. Indeed, one of my new exercises is just lunges because they move your ankle all around.
With how well I'm progressing and the fact that we're away in two weeks, I won't go back for a month. And that might be my discharge appointment.