I went. I worked. I cried.
Sorry for the lack of details, but I'm finding is particularly hard to write up frustrating PT days. Thursday was one of those. We attempted a new exercise where I held a kettle ball and did a squat. Then as I rose up I lift the kettle ball (bell?) to shoulder height. Rinse. Repeat.
I couldn't do it. Not only that but I couldn't do a regular squat. Then I couldn't do a squat with my back supported. THEN I couldn't do a weight assisted squat.
Now when I say I couldn't do it. I mean that I couldn't do it with proper form and no pain in my left knee. And that is monumentally frustrating. I thought I was doing squats correctly! I am very frustrated to be further back than I thought I was.
On the flip side, I still have time. I am in the right place to relearn all this stuff and to relearn it correctly. So, in response, I did the most mature thing I could think to do under the circumstances. I scheduled another month of PT. Then I went to my car and had a good cry.