I can wear my tight black shirt!
I have been seeing the physiotherapist for a few weeks so far and I am amazed by what I can now do! Equally, he is amazed by what is left to be done. He says I am a real challenge and I feel that he likes this because it really makes him think. My exercise regime has gone through the roof.
Working with him is very painful, but we do stuff for as long as I can stand it and then I have to ask him to stop. It's funny, he can't stop quickly because that will hurt more than a slow cessation, so we take our time about it all. He is a nice guy.
He says I am at the "use it- or lose it" stage, which I kind of know. I work out every day, even last week when I was on a working holiday with Sandy and Nina. I got up every morning before data collection and did all my exercises for the day. I hurt pretty much all the time again now, even when I don't work out. I think it would be hard to care about me and watch those work outs because I hurt a lot and when you do, you always make some noise or show it on your face. Sometimes I even cry out, though I grit my teeth and try not too. Sandy watched me once and he has been really encouraging- stuff like telling me how good I am being about doing it all. But the truth is that the extra movement makes it all worthwhile. Last week, I was able to put on a tight shirt that I absolutely could not wear in January or February (I tried then just to see what I had left).
Sandy has his drivers license back and he took the wheel for our long drive to the country last weekend. I made him promise to give me the wheel after an hour and I drove for 30 minutes exactly. We know the road and its a 2 lane freeway in most places, so I felt OK about danger levels. I have to say that I hated driving with Sandy and Nina and couldn't wait to stop, but I have to push myself to get well I feel. I need to stretch my limits, physical and emotional.
The London thing confirmed the whole randomness stuff I have been feeling and working through- though my friend, Alia, and Steve, her boyfriend, were OK thank goodness- she was late to go to work that day. Last week we also had a cleaning lady who lost her husband unexpectedly a few weeks ago to cancer. Next year they were going to do the big drive around Australia. I felt very sad for her and we talked for a long time about randomness and bad things happening to people, whether they are good or bad. I still haven't worked it all out but I know where I want to be and maybe some of the shock about the accident has turned into a kind of acceptance. It happened because it did. People die or are hurt because they die or are hurt. There is no mystery about it- it's just life. I don't feel happy about it, if anything I feel tense about it, but it will happen anyway, regardless of how I feel about it. I am powerless, I can only plan the best I can and go with the flow. I hate this, but I figure that is the next step- I need to accept it even if I can't embrace it fully.
Working with him is very painful, but we do stuff for as long as I can stand it and then I have to ask him to stop. It's funny, he can't stop quickly because that will hurt more than a slow cessation, so we take our time about it all. He is a nice guy.
He says I am at the "use it- or lose it" stage, which I kind of know. I work out every day, even last week when I was on a working holiday with Sandy and Nina. I got up every morning before data collection and did all my exercises for the day. I hurt pretty much all the time again now, even when I don't work out. I think it would be hard to care about me and watch those work outs because I hurt a lot and when you do, you always make some noise or show it on your face. Sometimes I even cry out, though I grit my teeth and try not too. Sandy watched me once and he has been really encouraging- stuff like telling me how good I am being about doing it all. But the truth is that the extra movement makes it all worthwhile. Last week, I was able to put on a tight shirt that I absolutely could not wear in January or February (I tried then just to see what I had left).
Sandy has his drivers license back and he took the wheel for our long drive to the country last weekend. I made him promise to give me the wheel after an hour and I drove for 30 minutes exactly. We know the road and its a 2 lane freeway in most places, so I felt OK about danger levels. I have to say that I hated driving with Sandy and Nina and couldn't wait to stop, but I have to push myself to get well I feel. I need to stretch my limits, physical and emotional.
The London thing confirmed the whole randomness stuff I have been feeling and working through- though my friend, Alia, and Steve, her boyfriend, were OK thank goodness- she was late to go to work that day. Last week we also had a cleaning lady who lost her husband unexpectedly a few weeks ago to cancer. Next year they were going to do the big drive around Australia. I felt very sad for her and we talked for a long time about randomness and bad things happening to people, whether they are good or bad. I still haven't worked it all out but I know where I want to be and maybe some of the shock about the accident has turned into a kind of acceptance. It happened because it did. People die or are hurt because they die or are hurt. There is no mystery about it- it's just life. I don't feel happy about it, if anything I feel tense about it, but it will happen anyway, regardless of how I feel about it. I am powerless, I can only plan the best I can and go with the flow. I hate this, but I figure that is the next step- I need to accept it even if I can't embrace it fully.
posted by Juanita at 6:33 PM
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It is nice to read good news! I'm happy for you that it is going so well.
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