Pokes, prods, and electrical stimulation, plus jigs and reels.

Yesterday's physical therapy appointment went pretty much the way you would have expected it. We talked, we made me walk, balance and all kinds of nasty things to do to a weak knee with a penchant for evil. After being measured, checked, and compared, we did some exercises, and then my favorite part, the electro-stimulation, with ice bags on both my knee and ankle, which is swelling from the injury as well. At least, that's why I hope it's swelling.

My therapist is nice, though, which is a plus. She's getting married next week, so I'll see her Friday, then someone else for two weeks, then her again for a week. Thankfully, I'm only there 2 days a week, so I won't go nuts having to walk(hobble) from the el every other day.

Last night I went to see Anna Fermin's Trigger Gospel, a local country-folk-pop band with one of the best singers I've met at an event in my neighborhood, only to find out that she's having a baby, and had to cancel. Instead, we watched Anne Harris and her band. They were pretty good, energetic, playing Americana music fused with multiple rock and world influences and finished off with a lovely song about the Vietnam War Memorial. I'm pondering going to their show on Friday at Martyr's, but I'm not sure I want to see the same band twice in a week. We'll see.