Friday at Barwis (which was ANOTHER Cut-Off Friday (which I abstained from because I was cold (I even kept my zippie on))), Nick stretched me out and had me do TONS of PNF stretches because of the long weekend. Now, I say it was TONS because that is what it felt like to me. I was SO tired when I left there but I didn’t do much from an able-bodied person’s standpoint but I’m not an able-bodied person so I did a ton. Pushing my leg down toward the table as Nick has my knee up as I’m laying on my back 5 times for each leg seems like a TON for me! I probably did 6 or 8 sets total (I lost track as I started getting tired) but I felt pretty accomplished. I had told Nick that Mike had already broke my lap before but when I woke up Saturday morning, Nick broke it differently.
I didn’t feel good on Saturday. I still went to church Saturday evening and dropped my son to my nephew’s for a while. When my brother dropped my son off back home, he stopped in for a bit. He sat at my dining room table and as I smiled at him, he looked at me and said, “You look bad!” I kind of shrugged and laughed a little bit (leave it to my brother to put it bluntly!). I took a breath and told him that there was a civil war going on in my body and that my immune system is kicking my nervous system’s butt and sometimes it shows on my face. I went on to explain this elaborate story where I have personified the leader of my nervous system and the mean General who leads my immune system. I REALLY should write this down! I talked to my Mom after that and I was discouraged. She told me not to give up and to think that if I wasn’t working so hard at Barwis, I’d be a gnarled mess! She reminded me of the gnarled messes that I have been before. She was right. It’s just a bad spot.
As I awoke Sunday, my lap didn’t feel AS broken but I didn’t feel much better. My brother came by and picked up my son for a BBQ they were having at his house. I abstained from going – it was too warm out for me. I thought about what Jesse told me so long ago now. It IS “an accident everyday” and the accident this time REALLY has knocked me on my butt!!! I didn’t feel much better on Monday either; I haven’t been sleeping too well and was grateful that I didn’t have to be at work. I hoped I would feel better on Tuesday. I thought about what my Mom said to me and I didn’t know how close I am to walking – but I know I am WAY far from the gnarled mess I used to be!