June 26, 2009
Put me in a room with 5000 different pieces of exercise equipment and then enjoy the show. (Ok, it would just be irritating to some people to witness, but I assure you my public fitness center naívete is genuine. Note this as yet another contradiction in my character, considering my fondness of athletics.)
I feel so old. It’s very much like this: “In my day, we were lucky to get a turn on a 5 station weight machine in the balcony of the school gym.”
I did get a great work-out today, and I think I will even get a hang of the different machines, but in the meantime:
I will likely face the wrong way on a seat again. And I’ve decided that’s O-kaaay.
June 26, 2009
I always pack the sunscreen and repeatedly encourage its use. I’m the only one to use it consistently, and the only one that gets tanned instead of burned.
We will camp within walking distance of a “superstore,” yet both my mother AND my sister have been very concerned all week that I not forget my hat. Of course, this preoccupation with being sure to take something I take everywhere anyhow will mean I will forget something even more important (and not available in the Northwoods).
I should be more careful, I know–they monitor my blog and are still in a position to dump me and leave me in the lake.
June 24, 2009
“Alright, who’s packing heat?”
June 24, 2009
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A lot of people don’t get them. And I’m okay with that for the most part. For those of you comprehending the simultaneous possession of opposite various qualities in thoughts, experiences, and expressions: I salute you!
June 21, 2009
order of events
grocery shopping; picked up delicacy for impending camping trip (for nostalgia’s sake) Note: this was in addition to essentials for s’mores.
brought in mail
read spiffy, stylish, snazzy, spectacular S newsletter rather than setting it aside “for later”
group mentioned, although without acronym
and I think this was on Jeopardy! last week, too… and none of the contestants answered correctly–but I did
June 19, 2009
Bringing out the tapes during short trips in the planetary body.
Solid workout at PT today. Ended my session on the treadmill. I think this was my first time on one. I was thinking of the music video with the choreographed ‘millers (was that OK Go or a band named something like that?)
Other exercises took me back to doing the bear/crab walk on all fours in elementary school gym. I used to get up from the floor by sticking my behind in the air and walking my hands and arms until I could raise my upper body. It was amazingly effective! At an in-patient therapy session, just before I was released, I figured I’d never do that again. Now it seems within reasonable reach. Just like that (snap!)
I probably wouldn’t have tried this for months. Now, I know some safe exercises to build more starting now. I think I had been using the same exercises, since 1996, to regain balance, walking, and strength. I’d notice functional improvements, but this time around, I am more aware of individual and groups of muscles that are getting to be part of the action. What really rocks is tapping into the mind-set I had in my days of youth sports. That’s the intangible on top of the primary benefits.
June 16, 2009
My socially awkward moment of the day came when I took my trash out. The dumpster rests on a platform that is a standard curb height. I used to just use the dumpster as a balance reference, but when I went out with just my cane, it was not pretty trying to lift the dumpster lid ~and~ throwing in my small bag. So I took my walker the last time and it was much safer (and I don’t know if I looked smooth doing it, but I felt like I did). Sooo, I actually looked forward to using my walker this time (it’s great stability for a single step with no railing AND fits perfectly on the lip of the platform). As I stepped down to cross the parking lot, a new neighbor from an adjacent building was exiting her car, 20 feet from the dumpster. She ended up lifting the lid for me. It was quite kind of her. In the moment, though, it surprised me. I am improving in strength and doing more generally, but before going out, I had consciously gone through my action sequence (like a seasoned athlete), which is how I knew to take the walker. It’s funny, but I was kind of disappointed I didn’t get to play the game I had just prepared for (insert any of numerous sports analogies here)–and I said something to the effect of the walker enabling my independence, and then caught myself and said a sincere thank you instead of rambling when I wasn’t sure whether she had said anything else. The dumpster lid is unwieldy, afterall… and now that I think of it, she very well could have saved me from a fall. I’m not afraid of falling, but I’m well aware of the disastrous immediate and delayed consequences on us folks with neurodegenerative disorders.
This kind of stuff isn’t really new. I’m just writing more to be writing. And if you have Big Brain Academy Wii Degree, and want to compete/assist me with my cognitive rehab, then drop me a comment or email. If you made iþ this far, I figure you are so inclined.
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