I was tired again when I got to Barwis. Half the staff at my work has called in sick this week. I just felt sleepy and a little sneezy but I hoped that would be the extent of my illness for now. Phil stretched me at the Keiser machine. My legs were tight but not as tight as they were on Monday. I attempted to stand. 6 times. “Attempted” is the key word here because I was unable to stand up fully. On my 4th or 5th time, I asked Phil how it felt. He looked at me and said, “Like you are trying to stand but don’t. How does it feel for you?!” jokingly with a smile. Touche. I looked at him and said, “Like I’m trying to stand but don’t.” He told me to go over to the boxes.
Well, boxes were better than the table! There was a boy at one of the tables. His name was Garrett (I think). I asked. He currently was in a wheelchair. Phil put me on the end box and I wondered what we were going to do. My legs refused to relax and were sticking straight out. Phil told me to relax them and I tried but as they weren’t relaxing very readily, while I waited, I watched Garrett. He was working with Megan and she had him crawling. He crawled 10 or 15 yards. My legs still weren’t relaxed. Then Megan had him stand with Megan on one side and his mom on the other. He was head and shoulders taller than both of them. I kept watching him as my legs relaxed and Phil had me do some leg extensions. I asked longingly when I would walk again while still watching Garrett and Phil replied, “I’m not a fortune-teller.” Then he pulled my shoulders down until I was bent over. He instructed me to sit up and it was EXTREMELY difficult. I was able to get into first position for ballet before I extended my arms the second time Phil pulled my shoulders down and Phil rolled his eyes AGAIN! On my 5th attempt to sit up, Phil had to push on my clavicle so I could get all the way up. I was able to get up 7 times and was disappointed that I didn’t do 10. Phil put me in my chair and reminded me that I did a lot of leg extensions.
He pushed me out to my car and I was too tired to attempt to get in by myself. I raised my arms for Phil to pick me up. He begrudgingly obliged and grabbed my fist and shook it when I extended it out to him. He didn’t yell joystick but instead just said it. I was persistent and tried again when he let it go. This time he fist bumped me – a good one and closed my door. I was SO tired but eventually… Right?