Today is the sixth day after the operation. During this time, I doubled the training volume and actually bent my knee to 80 degrees!

I feel that the doctor's so-called seventy or eighty degrees is probably the most conservative statement.

Originally, I really thought that it would be impossible to bend to 90 degrees in this life, but I was not reconciled, so from the second day of the operation, I secretly doubled the training volume for rehabilitation.

Let's just say, my two patients in the same room don't have as much training combined as me.

To be honest, I really despise them, knowing that my knee was not only replaced, but also had a release operation and a thigh hematoma removal operation, which means that my leg has more than double wounds.

On the first day of exercising, I couldn't lift my legs at all, but not only did they lift their legs, they were able to bend them to nearly 90 degrees the day after the operation.

This made me feel envious and jealous, and at the same time very unwilling.

I kept trying to lift my leg despite the pain, and finally lifted my leg after a day late. A day ago, the nurse said that it might take a week to do it.

I don't know if it's arrogant, or maybe the two are too weak, because as soon as the nurse left, they immediately lay down and rested. And I will continue to practice despite the excruciating pain, until the knee has a kind of tearing feeling before stopping.

This doubling of training has continued until now, and if I added more than triple the walking training, my overall training volume would likely be triple theirs.

This amount of training also comes at a price. My two wounds barely controlled the bleeding until yesterday, and the swelling has always been high, and the pain level is naturally higher.

But the effect is also obvious. Even though my leg strength has doubled, it is now much stronger than theirs. This is reflected in the fact that I am much more stable when walking, and I can lift my legs more calmly. Yesterday, I was able to help The walker practiced walking.

Today, there was a more exciting scene, and I finally got results in the curvature.

I really did not expect that in less than a week, I could actually practice to 80 degrees!

That's right, I really broke through 80 degrees, and I even had enough strength to hit 85 degrees, or even 90 degrees.

But the doctor dared not let me continue to bend, he was worried that my muscles and ligaments were torn.

That would make me the happiest patient in the next bed with the least sickness and the best curvature after surgery.

The doctor who performed the operation and I were the same person, but the attending doctor who was responsible for following up the recovery situation was different.

During the ward round today, he was criticized in person by the doctor in charge of him, because he was almost overtaken by me in his curvature, and his strength and straightness were far inferior to mine.

These two doctors were very young. I secretly looked at them at the time. When my doctor saw my progress, he had a rather smug look on his face, but the doctor on the other side was very upset, and I just heard him complain directly: You are the lightest of the three. Originally, I wanted you to be an example and a benchmark, but you are recovering the worst now. How did you do it?

At that time, I was also very happy. In fact, I knew how he did it, because every time it hurts, I can see him grinning, and then find all kinds of excuses to give up training.

There are too many patients in this hospital, and the nurses have no time to stare at one person, so it is easy to be lazy.

On the surface, I naturally persuaded him to follow the doctor's arrangement for training, and I really told him: People with experience will definitely not let you practice injury, and even set a conservative training amount to prevent accidents. This kind of surgery has the fastest recovery period. It is the first week, and the effect will get worse as you go on, so even if it hurts, you have to endure it.

I really told him these words, but he still found various reasons to be lazy, and said that he was not afraid of pain, but his knee was too stiff, and he couldn't break it no matter what.

At that time, of course I wouldn't continue this topic, but I was already ridiculed in my heart. I thought that I was more than twice as serious as you, and it hurts more than you when exercising. I didn't say that I couldn't hold on, and you were so kind.

The fact is that, enduring the severe pain, bending the knee to the limit every time, and then holding it for more than ten seconds, after a few sets, the bending can really break through a little bit forward.

But this violent process is indeed very difficult, because this little breakthrough needs to be exchanged with severe pain, continuous bleeding, and more swelling.

The swelling, in particular, made the next day's workout more painful, but I kept going, even taking risks, and now it's finally starting to pay off.

At this time, I am most grateful for everyone's help and the aid fund for reading.

The aid I applied for half a month ago also came down a few days ago. These precious help are the reason why I can come here for treatment.

Now I see hope in cycling again.

I've said this many times, it seems like a joke.

But not for me, it may be one of the meanings of my existence.

Anyway, thank you, everyone, thank you!

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