A momentous day today, I voluntarily moved my foot in all sorts of (small) movements and washed myself in the shower. Although the circumstances that lead to the experience I wouldn't wish on anyone, the near biblical proportions of bliss I felt having the full open valve shower water run over me tonight is beyond description. Marian found a plastic stool with handles on the side that we placed in the shower and I was able to scrub, rub and wash my self. Crazy, near whimping noises came out of me when I first sat down and hit the water - I was not in control.

Good progress daily on the range of motion too. The physical therapy this morning recorded my knee can now bend to 62 deg, up from 28 last week. They don't want me to take it any further for now. Moving the poor little foot is tough, but little by little I feel the tendons remembering their function. The saddest part of it is the sorry excuse for a calf muscle I have now. It's pathetic. That won't come for some time.

Stay safe now!