Zoaring With Glinda

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Step up to the platform while hopping on one leg?

I'm ba-a-ack!! Posting on my own...Yippee!! Some memorable moments from my 17 days...

Rehab ramblings:
After the first evening of the ‘midnight waxing’ of the floors, I began physical therapy the next morning. I had a kind of déjà vu as I entered the room and faced the lineup of wheelchairs and patients. I was set off to the side as several of the people were finishing their 45 minute routine. I thought about the times that I watched my mother being introduced to physical therapy after her stroke. Flo was not happy to be there, and I was doing my best to be a cheerleader for her as well as the others in the group. But as I sat in my wheelchair among the geriatic generation, I thought to myself, “What am I doing here? I must have taken the wrong flight, because I’m not supposed to be here.” And as much as I usually have a pretty good grip on my emotions, tears began to fill my eyes. I had to fight really hard to keep them in check. No one likes to cry in front of people. And I got past it, and met some very nice people in the process. I signed up for therapy twice a day and Saturdays, too, so that I could go home as soon as possible. I am not allowed to put any weight on my right leg at all for weeks, so my first shot at independence consisted of learning how to transfer myself from my wheelchair to a different chair using only one leg. Because of my RA[ and weak hands], it was decided that a platform walker would allow me to use my upper arms for support taking the emphasis off of my wrists.
Have you ever seen a platform walker? I daresay that I know quite a few people who would be so embarrassed, aghast, and annoyed to have to use that particular piece of equipment that it would hinder their progress. Me? I consider that metal jungle gym to be my personal fortress and my way out of here.
It gives me balance and strength, and the therapists are amazed at how quickly yet safely I have adapted to my new moves. As a result, I have been cleared for release after 10 days, with physical therapy happening at my house. Wahoo!!

6 Comments:

  • way to go, keep up the good work. I know its both sad and hilarious to look around at old people and then realize that you yourself are suddenly elderly although you don't feel that way...but sounds like you have a good attitude and lots of spunk to keep you going and blogging while you are recuperating. Go Girl Go!

    By Blogger Great Grandma Lin, At March 5, 2009 at 4:34 PM  

  • I admire you for the way you kept in such high spirits...and i hope the number of people that went to see you showed you just how important you are.

    also, you're always stressing to "pay it forward", and clearly the things that you've done with your time pre and post retirement have left an indellible mark on so many people...that they would jump over each other to help you.

    love you...glad you're home.

    Jer

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At March 5, 2009 at 5:10 PM  

  • Yae, Mare! Good for you! We're all proud of you. A few tears should be expected after all you've been through, good grief!Glad to see you're recuperating quickly.

    By Blogger Kay, At March 5, 2009 at 5:55 PM  

  • Good for you! Whatever it takes to get your freedom and independence back, even if it is that contraption.

    By Blogger Linda Reeder, At March 5, 2009 at 7:43 PM  

  • Mare;

    We're all proud of you. Whatever works to get you back home and back on the blogs! I miss you!

    By Blogger Peggy, At March 5, 2009 at 9:17 PM  

  • {{{{{{{{{{{{{Mare}}}}}}}}}..good to see you...Way to go with therapy. You really made short work of being there and now you can work at home. Long road for a fall..I hope things continue to improve..You have your sense of humor to help you along your way...Michelle

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At March 5, 2009 at 10:54 PM  

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