First Hip PT Session Tomorrow

I have a PT appointment scheduled! It will be weird going for my hip instead of my knee.

It is in the morning, and I really hate before school PT but at least it is something. Also my dad has no idea which PT he made it with. I really hope it is Joe, who rehabbed my knee last year post knee surgery. Right now I am slightly afraid of how my "good" hip and knees will react to PT. Before this summer the only issue I remember ever having with my hips is they would click every time I did any type of bridge exercise, guess that was life's way of foreshadowing.

Another thing that I have started to notice is a shrinking range of motion in my hips. I have been struggling to tie my shoes and pick things up from the ground. The solution is me bending my knees more and putting more stress on them and they are not taking that nicely. So hopefully PT can help some with ROM.

I will try o post tomorrow about PT, but probably will not get to since I won't get home until 9 and then it is strait to watching the presidential debate.

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