My regular physiotherapist has been ill and not at work for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday of this week. I am grateful that she was off sick as the guy who took her place yesterday let me take the walker and I just kept walking until I made a complete circuit of the physiotherapy room. My regular therapist is cautious and has been slowly easing me into things so I think she would not have let me do that. To be fair, she is wonderful to work with and I was very badly hurt so I understand the caution. Today she was back at work and I duplicated yesterday’s feat for her by walking a little over one hundred fifteen feet.
It is either my imagination or I feel like I am getting stronger. In the not too recent past after a round of physiotherapy I felt like I would lose a fight to a kitten. I had no energy. I have more stamina now.
I will admit to being a bit scared, maybe that is not the word, perhaps apprehensive is better. Or something that is a mix of the two. Trying the two-wheeled walker was major. I could fail badly. People might laugh at me. Then I got mad at myself. If I failed someone would be there to help me dust myself off and try again. I told myself I cannot be the one holding myself back. Anger can be a great motivator. I can deal with the pain, I am learning to deal with the fear.
I will not miss having my blood taken every Monday. I do not know why this irritates me but it does. With I have been through this should not bother me as much as it does. I have complained to the nurses and the doctor. The weekly taking of my blood will continue. I will also not miss the nightly injections of blood thinner in my stomach. I have literally been jabbed well over one hundred times during my hospital stay.
Thank you to all with your encouraging thoughts and prayers. It truly means a lot.