Late (for me) Tuesday evening, I got a text from my friend (who is also my yoga instructor), asking if I’d be available to take her to her physical therapy appointment the next morning. (She had total knee replacement surgery two weeks ago.) I immediately texted back that I’d be there. For one thing, she’d taken me to a couple of PT appointments after one of my surgeries; for another, having gone through this twice, I know the drill.
I actually cleared the passenger seat of my Saab for her,
but when I got to her house, her husband looked at my car and suggested we take
her SUV. (For those who have not yet had the pleasure, one of the big
difficulties about getting into/out of a car is bending your leg as you pivot.
In the early post-op days, that’s nearly impossible, so a big boxy thing is easier
to negotiate than something low slung.) I have enough experience driving behemoths
from piloting Das
Auto, so the drive was uneventful.
(I did forget to lower the rear hatch after getting the
walker out when I dropped her off, but I realized my error when I found a
parking spot.)
After her session she very kindly took me out to lunch, and
we had a most excellent conversation, which we very seldom get to do, as our
meetings are yoga focused. The drive home was smooth and I did not need to bother
with dinner after having a club sandwich for lunch.
But here’s my gratitude: that I was able to do something
for a friend who’s done so much for me. That I was able to rough in some
expectations for her recovery (she’s doing really well). That I was able to
have a general conversation that, you know, people do.
Imagine that.
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