Author: Jen Rios

Tuesday, I had somewhat of a fail in getting into my car after work.  I undershot sitting in the driver’s seat and was on the ledge of the door instead.  I tried hoisting myself up into the seat to no avail.  I ended up calling the school to have someone help me out.  I told Mrs. Berrocal to preferably sent out a “strapping man.”  Mr. Wright came outside and we both started laughing.  He told me that he would help me but was going to take pictures first.  We laughed even more.  I told him how he could best help me and he did.  After he got me fully into the car, he asked if I was hurt.  I responded, “only my pride.  It’s shattered right now.”  He waved his hand dismissively and shook his head.  I then was all set to drive home.

I thought that this was NOT a good sign if I was expected to walk on Wednesday.  So much so that on Wednesday after work, I asked Mr. Curl to put me into my car.  It’s already been established that he can lift me with ease so I was not THAT uncomfortable.  I refreshed his memory on how best to put me into the (like Phil does).  He lifted me out of my chair and did 2 squats while holding me before he put me into my car.  We talked some football and then I left.  My time at Barwis was pushed back until 7 so I stopped home to drop off my things from work and to see my son. It rained on and off and my body was tight.  I thought that was another NOT good sign regarding “Walking Wednesday.”

As I drove to Barwis, I could feel my body relaxing and that made me hopeful.  I got in and Phil stretched me at the Keiser machine.  He wanted me to stand and set my feet.  First is ALWAYS the worst but I hoped that the second would be better.  It TOTALLY was!  Phil even had me do two squats with which I *BINK*ed afterward.  He told me to head over to the turf.  I asked him somewhat in disbelief, “Really?!” and he told me to stand again.  I stood wonderfully with a *BINK* and he told me to stand on the turf the exact same way.

My first down I could NOT get any steps off.  I sat down again.  Phil told me to put my crutches on the ground and I slipped my arms out of them and threw them.  He meant for us to go again immediately but I misunderstood him.  He gathered my crutches and I stood.  I got 8 yards.  My 3rd down, I got 5 more yards.  I told Phil that it was, “T minus 4” until we take our #DaisyandPhil Take 2 selfie.  (We are taking a picture at 300 yards).  He disagreed and told me to go.  I got 4 yards. We tried one more down but I was too tired to get any yards off.

Phil didn’t want to take a picture but I didn’t have my phone with  and he is my official Barwis Methods photog.  I guilted him into taking it.

Here it is:

#DaisyandPhil Take 2  (I’ve tweeted this pic A BUNCH!!!)

Phil made me get into my own car which I ended up doing.  We did our fist bump thing and he forced my hand into a fist to “joystick” me.  When I got home, I checked to see if he sent me the picture and was happy to see that he had.  I asked him how many times he “joystick”ed me and he responded “6.” It was more like two.

My butt STILL hurts A LOT and Jesse is happy that it does.  I am too though!  I haven’t felt this in SO LONG!!!  It’s amazing to me how INVOLVED walking is but yesterday was the first time I consciously was able to squeeze all of the muscles Phil told me to to get steps off.  I couldn’t squeeze them for consecutive steps yet so I was trading off right and left (Who wants uneven butt muscles?!!!)  Not me.  I got 17 yards yesterday.  Phil told me that that was two weeks with double digits.  (I think it’s 3 but I didn’t argue).

TOTAL YARDAGE = 300 & 2 STEPS

I did NOT sleep at all the night before last.  I stared at the ceiling in the dark WIDE AWAKE!  The last time I saw on the clock was 1:54 am.  I fell asleep only to wake up again at 3:08 am.  I fell back to sleep only to have my alarm wake me up at 4:15 am.  Needless to say, I was BEYOND tired at work and wondered how I was going to perform at Barwis.  The LONG drive to Barwis without the freeway seemed a bit daunting to me.  It was bad enough just having to transfer out of my wheelchair!

As I get to Barwis, I was even more tired!  Phil stretched me out and we go over to the Keiser machine.  He set my feet and told me to stand.  I was SO beyond tired but I found that spot within me to push through it anyway.  Phil told me many times to, “Push!”.  I stood for a total of 6 times and had 4 “fails.”  Then it was time to go.  I think on any other day I would be MOST unhappy with my showing but I was SO tired.  Not workout tired but sleepy tired.  Regardless, I still gave it my all!  I pushed myself.  I was not always successful in my stands but I attempted my stand until Phil told me to sit down.  In one failed attempt, I asked him if he could feel my legs shaking just before he told me to sit down.  He was pushing my right knee trying to help me stand.  I sat down and he said, “yeah.”

I think it was in that failed attempt that he attempted to fist bump me.  Our fist bumps now are us looking at each other with our hands kind of moving like the jellyfish in Sponge Bob (that’s how I see it) and trying to decide what to do.  This attempt ends when Phil just grabs my hand and forces it into a fist and shakes it.  That’s easy for him because his hands are SO much bigger than mine!

I’m not giving up on that though (I’ll get him  when he least expects it!) just like I’m not giving up on walking.  It’s NOT linear!  I knew that.  There will be some bad days but that’s okay.  I’ll push through them.  I have no other choice.  I’m still a bit sleep deprived today and coupled with the fact that it is raining doesn’t really help.  Phil says that it’s a mindset (reacting to the weather) and I have my mind set on walking!  So rain-shmain – I’m pushing through it.