ACL Recovery Day 6


Been consistently doing the exercises from b-reddy’s manual and did one set in the morning and one set at night. I was even able to throw in upper body work since I haven’t touched those muscles in over a week. Just because you have a messed up ACL doesn’t mean you can’t work out other body parts.

The two biggest issues right now are:

  1. Swelling – I’m usually not a “sweller” and I’ve been icing like crazy, but my knee is still so puffed up you can’t make out the shape of the patella or any of the surrounding muscles (or lack thereof). This is the one time where I actually don’t want to get swole, or achieve hypertrophy for the lifters out there.
  2. Flexion – It’s so freaking weird to not bend your knee…at all. I was able to achieve 45 degrees of passive flexion through a supine exercise, but the swelling and tightness make it anatomically impossible to bend the knee further. My ortho said I need to think past this and just bend the fucking thing. I’m not sure I feel the same way, but regardless I’m pushing myself.


Over the last two days, I finally got my normal appetite back. I think due to the harder drugs, I really had no interest in eating, but forced myself to eat anyway since I knew I would just get emaciated if I didn’t. Getting my appetite back made me feel like an animal again, needing fuel to go on the hunt. In this case, the “hunt” is just doing my PT and mustering the energy to walk around on crutches.

In terms of meds, I stopped taking the Oxycodone, but will take one more Meloxicam tonight just to be safe. I took off all the ace bandaging and the gauze, so all I see now are the white butterfly strips covering up 3 different wounds with dried blood that has set into place over the last few days. Figured the Meloxicam might help with any last bit of inflammation that’s taking place.

Everything Is Slower

And I mean everything. From taking showers, to getting ready to leave the apartment, I think about wrapping my knee up, putting on the brace, getting the crutches, putting on shoes, etc. All these actions I normally take for granted now have 10 or 20 steps involved.

I remember Day 1, just getting to pee was the biggest ordeal. First I had to get the crutches to get to the bathroom which was only 5 feet away. My dad had to help with making sure I wouldn’t piss on my shorts, and I had to position my body in such a way that I could actually pee while holding onto the crutches while pointing things a certain way. Everything is slow because all I think about are angles. Angles of how my hands and feet need to occupy the space to support my 200lb body. I think about how my body needs to contort to sit on a type of chair or any surface.

It’s more tiring from a mental perspective, since you can’t just sit on the fucking toilet anymore to drop a deuce. I have to think about how I’m going to prop up my leg on some object so that I don’t prop up my right butt cheek too high from dropping bombs.

This is getting a little outside of the recovery process, but I think mentally recovering from this injury is just as important as all the physical stuff. There have been times when I was down, where everything sucked, and I’m sweating just to raise my foot one centimeter off the ground. I’m glad I read about all the psychological aspects of this injury, because for better or worse, it prepared me for the first few days of absolute misery.


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