Monday I went back, and this time it was just me, Sonya and Charlene, and I have to say, it was awesome. I felt so connected and strong and with their help, walked over 100 feet in three attempts. AMAZING! On Tuesday, I was at the pool with Michael. With him and Trevor beside me, I walked in three feet of water. WOW! Michael said I definitely took a jump healing wise.
I was very excited about this turn of events and had visions of continuing on this trajectory. I arrived in therapy on Wednesday ready for another incredible session... or not. Turns out my body had other plans. For some reason that I, nor my therapists, can understand, what I could do that day was a pale comparison to what I did just two days before. Everything was so much harder and I had to stop several times, barely going a few feet each time. Why o why? Not to be defeated, I chalked it up lack of sleep and overexertion. My session at home with Michael the next day was fair and we discussed possible reasons for it. O.k., I'll rest. After a easy weekend of just doing the bike and standing frame, I was ready to show my stuff on the walker Monday. The beginning was good and I felt strong and then five minutes later, fizzle.
(insert favorite swear word here)! I have to say, I felt defeated. Again, saw Michael the next day and felt a bit stronger and he soothed my ruffled feathers. I haven't used the walker again yet, but will try again next week. I know what I did that Monday will come back again and that I won't be doing it alone (literally and figuratively). For all you faithful readers- here is a taste of what I did on Monday (and there is not a soundtrack). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcmIhRv46Z4