May the road rise up…
It’s been doing that at lot lately.
Just small steps. Well not steps as such, just very short stands.
And not alone either. Hoisted aloft with the help of a frame, Djokic and Pilar.
On Friday I managed a whole 60 seconds in the gym. Mind you that felt like eternity. Look at the expression on my face. (It’s meant to be a smile 😂)
And last week in hydrotherapy pool (super bath temperature warm at 36°c) I stood for three long minutes ably helped by the weight of the water with Paula and Sue.
A previous physio told me once there are about 200 muscles involved in helping you stand from the big (gluteus maximus) to the small (extensor digitorum).
I’m not sure if this number is correct but I’d say with a fairly high degree of accuracy that IF 200 is the right figure 199 don’t work in me right now.
So standing is a big ask.
But if I want the road to rise up to meet my feet rather than having my face fall down to kiss the floor I need to be able to stand independently for two minutes without any help at all.
At least so I can get up to get my trousers down to use the loo.At least so I can get up to get my trousers down to use the loo.
To mangle a few metaphors – only from acorns do oak trees grow…
It costs a lot for me to stay in intensive rehab – about £10,000/$14,000 a month. I don’t have health insurance (no Insurer would cover me) and I get no help from my local health funding authority in the UK. So apart from the initial $14,650 generously donated by my friends I’m spending my life savings to stay here.
And you can read more Tales from the Ward by following the link to: disabled.com
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