Really quick follow up on my earlier post about physical therapy. I’ve been going once a week, and though I’m only three weeks in, so far I love it.
The tasks that Julia gives me are small. I’m practicing balancing on one foot, for example. I’m slowly working on core muscles. I’m stretching more effectively. You would think that I’m doing very little, and that would be true.
But at least I’m doing something. I’ve been diagnosed with a disease that isn’t very well understood, and for which there isn’t really an approved treatment program. (The drugs I’m taking are supposed to help some things, but not everything.) So last winter I was given this enormous, somewhat traumatic news and then: take a pill every day and hope for the best. We’ll see you in six months. It’s a pretty helpless feeling.
Now, even in a very small way, I’m at least DOING SOMETHING. I hope it’ll help me stay well and steady, but if nothing else, it helps me to feel strong, proactive, and more in control.
I also appreciate that this (above) is the view from the parking lot. It’s not a bad way to start the day.