I haven't posted in three weeks, even though a great deal has happened since I started physical therapy. Having taken a turn for the worse and being back on my recliner, I started to write a travel memoir and writing two pieces seemed overwhelming. Also, and even more importantly, I was in so much pain that I didn't want to put down my thoughts until I knew my recovery took a turn for the better. My physical therapist, Stephen, gave me four exercises to do that were not challenging. He observed that I was walking with my right foot out, so he suggested that I concentrate on keeping it straight. I was given the green light for water aerobics, and was walking Zora twice a day. I was very happy. Walking was not without pain, but I was walking and the last time I did water aerobics I actually was able to walk and push off of the wall rather than doing the dog paddle, like I did the first few times. Then it all went bad. The pain came suddenly...