I am fortunate, indeed, to be getting physical therapy at Saint Downtown. The therapists are all great, walking-on-water great. Yet, even these saints sometimes have trouble articulating something so that I can "get it."
One of the things I have yet to "get" has to do with my gait. Whatever it is has bugged all my therapists, starting long before I could even stand up without holding on to something. One previous therapist kept saying to me, "Princesses don't pop!" I am not sure, but I think that "popping" refers to my left hip popping up and out without critical left hip muscles kicking in to stabilize the hip joint when I bear weight on my recovering left leg.
That admonishment about a princess popping probably reaches the little girl lurking inside many of his female patients. Pondering this one day when both the therapist and I left the session frustrated, I recalled that my "little girl that lives inside" never wanted to be a princess. Oh no. She wanted to be King!
Patience and endurance do, in the long run, pay off.
In the past two days, therapists that I don't often get to work with each gave new words that I think will help me "get it" and keep the left hip in line.
So I look forward to tomorrow when, after a good night's sleep, I can have another go at improving my walker gait.