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"Pretty name. Call Krista and ask her to help you and apologize for everything you ever did. I will be in touch, but for now I need to go."
"Thanks Ashley, I'll talk to you soon and good luck."
"Later, Will," she says before hanging up.
I put the phone down and blow out a breath.What am I going to do now?
* * *
A week later
I've been doing everything that Krista said for the last week, and I notice the swelling has gone down some, but I'm not sure if it's gone down enough for me to start working on it.
Dad left Krista’s number on the coffee table, so I pick it up, taking a deep breath, I dial the number. I know if I’m going to get back on the field, I’m going to need her help.
"You've reached Krista Strauss, Physical Therapist. I'm currently with a patient right now, but if you leave your name and number, I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you, and have a wonderful day," her voice message ends.
"Umm, this is Will Anderson, my father left your number. Could you call me back at 205-565-5451, I think you need to come look at my knee," I say, leaving the message before hanging up the phone.
Forty-five minutes later, my phone rings. "Hello?"
"This is Krista. What is wrong with your knee? Did you do something?"
"What's wrong with it is I had surgery, and no, I didn't do anything other than what you told me to do. I'm not sure if the swelling has gone down enough for me to do some exercises."
I hear her suck in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Fine. I'll come by your place and look it over."
"Thank you," I say softly before hanging up.
I'm anxious to get working on it, but I don't want to jeopardize my recovery. I know I'm going to need Krista's help, I just hope she is willing.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings, and I yell out, "Come in.
The door opens, and I hear Krista call out, "Will?"
"In the living room."
She walks in and looks at me, asking, "Okay, so what is the issue exactly?"
"I'm not sure if the swelling has gone down enough to safely be able to start any exercises. I don't want to do something prematurely and mess the recovery up. I'd like for you to tell me if it's okay to start or if I still need to wait," I tell her.
She looks at me thoughtfully, before setting her bag down, and putting on some gloves.
"Let me take a look," she says, crossing over to where my leg is propped up.
She places her hands around my knee area. "Hmmm, it's still swollen more than I like, but we haven't been able to do any rotations."
She moves my leg and knee around a bit. "Do you have a stationary bike here?"
"Yes. There's a gym on the other side of the kitchen that dad put in a couple of years ago."
"Good. Let's walk to the gym, slowly. When we get in there, I'll see how your knee took to that, and I may have you do the stationary for a few minutes to get everything moving. What you don't want is scar tissue to form. That will hinder your recovery as well as the complete healing process."
She grabs the pillows from underneath my leg and moves them to the floor, allowing me to put my foot on the floor with the other one.
"Do you want me to walk with the crutches?" I ask her.
"No. I'll hold them in case you need them, but I would like for you to walk uninhibited to get the blood flowing and see if it helps reduce the inflammation."
