Category: Barwis Methods

I arrived on time to Barwis yesterday and Lisa and Phil helped me get out of my car.  Once in Barwis, I had “technical difficulties” so my time was cut extremely short.  To like 15 minutes.  Phil stretched me out at the plyo box and could tell that I was upset so he kept “Woosah”ing me.  I tried to relax and I my legs kinda started to at the end.

My time was up so Phil took me out to my car.  He told me to get into my car by myself and my Mom has always said that anger is a motivator for me and I was angry so I was able to stand by myself and turn and sit with only a small tap on my hip from Phil.  Once I was seated on the driver’s seat, my legs were bent.  I motioned for Phil to put them in my car quickly.  He did and as he did this, he asked, “Who are you?”  I know that this has NEVER happened before but I went with it.  Phil “joystick”ed me and when I gave him the look like, “Really?!  Today?!”  He put his fist out and bumped me good.

My legs relaxed a little on my way home but truly didn’t fully relax until I talked to my cousin Kimmy on the phone.  I recounted the entire fiasco to her and she laughed as well as telling me some good things.  I’ve said before that I am proud to a fault and she helped me more clearly define where I stop and where the effects of MS begin.  It is SO difficult to separate those things because it all is happening to me.  We talked about dealing with the loss of control over things that I once used to be able to do.  She acknowledged that it stunk but gave me hopeful insight.

I told old her that I was glad I was at Barwis for all of it because it feels like my second home there.  Mike was right about it being a “family” there.  It is a place where I am comfortable to scream my love for Matty (and Phil too) and a place where I know that if it comes down to it, Phil will pick me up and he does.

I got to Barwis early and Phil’s 5:00 appointment wasn’t there yet so he started stretching me until his 5:00 got there.  My appointment wasn’t until 6:00.  We split up my time.  He stretched me for 20 minutes and then his 5:00 was there so I sat at the plyo boxes and rested my eyes until I would have the rest of my time.  A woman came over and talked to me.  She has been working out there for a while.  I see her progress but I can’t see my own.  We talked about it being a LONG process and how we both get asked, “You’re STILL going there?!”  We laughed because we both hear it.  She told me that it takes persistence.

The other day, I read the following tweet on Twitter.  I favorited and retweeted it:

@kiddemigod: Water cuts through rock not because of its power, but it’s persistence

So I guess I’m the water and walking is the rock.  I’m okay with that though.  Phil came back and I opted to remain at the boxes.  I did some manual leg curls and then my time was up.  Phil put me in my car and my legs were kind of bent to get them into my car sort of easily.  Phil didn’t have to say his “bends.”  He stowed my chair and gave me a good fist bump.  I grabbed his fist but couldn’t hold on as I began to shake it.  I only got, “Joy-” out before he pulled his fist away.

My legs felt relaxed as I drove away.  The road to walking IS long.  REALLY long.  A LOT longer then I anticipated.  I’ve heard that anything worth having takes a long time to get and for me, walking is worth having.  I just have to persist until I get it.  But, “Little by little…”

Yesterday was an “off” day for me.  I knew I wasn’t going to be very productive at Barwis.  The “off”ness of the day kept compiling and it was a bit discouraging.  When I got to Barwis, things were what I expected them to be.  Phil stretched me at the plyo boxes and my legs were EXTREMELY tight!!!  My left leg kept “boing”ing up and refused to straighten out.  Phil kept telling me to, “Relax.”  I was trying but my body (my legs specifically) wasn’t having ANY of it!

The refusal of my body to comply is frustrating and disheartening.  I am frustrated because I used to be able to control my body – ALL aspects of it!  I am beginning to see that I am slowly losing control of more and more things having to do with my own body as a result of having MS for these last 13 almost 14 years.  I can no longer WILL my legs to relax and straighten out.  That fact is disheartening as well.  Sure, I CAN get mad (AND I DO!!!) but is its essence, it just sad.

It’s sad that I can’t control my own body.  It’s sad that I am at the mercy of things out of my control, like the weather.  Phil told me that EVERYday I come to Barwis, that it’s productive.  It’s difficult to see in this instance though.  Twice when I was seeing Parker, there was an instance when he stretched me that my body felt normal for a second until I moved.  I felt that way once with Jesse and once so far with Phil.  My time was up and Phil asked me, “Sh** feel better?”  And I slowly shook my head in answer but added, “It will on my way home.”  It DID feel better and I fell asleep easily but was awakened at 3 am to the sound of rain and pain in my body.

When Phil put me into my car, he “joystick”ed me and closed my door.  It’s cool that amid my frustration and sadness, he still can make me smile.  I was halfway home before my legs started to relax.

 

 

I was feeling alright until I got to Barwis and had difficulty transferring from my car to my wheelchair.  I texted Phil to come out and get me.  Once my time started, Phil stretched my legs at the Keiser machine.  Once I was a bit loosened up, I attempted to stand 3 times.  I stood more straight each time but was unable to stand up fully.  Phil told me to head over to the stander.  I rolled down the ramp with my hands up and let out a “Woo-Hoo!!” at the same time Eric was mimicking me.  I told him it was a BAD day if I DIDN’T do that.  Once we got over to the standers, Phil gave me a choice of which stander I was going to use.  Either the Easy Stand Evolv or the Easy Stand Evolv with Glider Option.  I chose the Easy Stand Evolv.  I told him that I was going with the OG stander (the one they had first).  Once he lifted me into the stander and was strapping my feet in, I practiced my line of, “Do your worst!” from The Count of Monte Cristo repeatedly to which Phil responded “Shut-up!” He crawled around the stander getting me strapped in answering my, “Do your worst!” with, “Shut-up!” After a while, I stopped saying anything and looked at Phil is silence but laughing with my eyes.

We were ready.  I was all strapped in and Phil began cranking the stander up.  It did NOT hurt!!!  He put his hand between my shoulder blades and reminded me to squeeze his fingers and keep my shoulders back.  I did with ease.  I told him that I could stand for days!   Because I could.  After 3 minutes he uncranked the machine to which I was disappointed because I had much more in me.  He let me rest and came around to my other side and sat in my wheelchair.  He put his fist out that I bumped and then grabbed his fist, shook it, and yelled, “Joystick!”  Ha-ha!  Got him! (or he LET me get him).  My 2nd time standing, I stood for 5 minutes!  I looked at Phil and exclaimed, “Shut-up!  That was 5 minutes?!”   Eric cranked me up the 3rd time.  This time I grunted and gasped.  I stood for 6 minutes this time.

We went back to the Keiser machine and attempted to stand twice more and didn’t stand fully.  I have clocked a total of 52 minutes in the stander so far.  On my drive home my butt started to hurt and that felt good.  This morning, it was a trifecta of pain: my butt, quads, and hamstrings are KILLING me but it hurts SO good!!!

Phil came out to get me from my car at Barwis on Friday.  Mr. Curl had to come out to get me from my car in the morning  at work and then I was faced with a succession of a series of unfortunate events and then my shoe came untied.  I felt like Tanya Harding after everything went down.  I emailed Phil the link and I remember watching the Olympics when it happened.  I was frustrated and could feel my legs tightening up all day at work.

Phil could feel it in my legs as well when he stretched them out at the Keiser machine.  He started squeezing my calves and told me that he was messaging them to try to loosen them up.  I looked at him and shook my head and said, “Ow!  That hurts!”  He stopped and told me to go to the table.

He put me on the table and I laid on my back.  I kept exclaiming, “Ow!” because it hurt.  To divert my attention from the pain,I told him that Sean’s first word was, “Ow.”  I told him that a lot of people told me that that didn’t count as a word but I disagreed because he knew when to use it and with the proper inflection.  I was still walking back then but I was becoming a bit wobbly.  I bumped into a lot of things and dropped a lot of things on my feet.  I always would say, “Ow!”  So Sean knew to say it when he fell down when he was walking or when he would bump in to things.  So, it counted.

Phil told me to roll over on to my stomach.  Doing this got A LOT of “Ows.” Phil always asks me where it hurts and I can never answer because I am in so much pain.  I think it hurts most in my quads but also in my hips and lower back because my legs are used to being in the sitting position.  Whatever the reason, IT HURTS!!!  Ow!!!

Phil put me back into my chair and after 3 attempts to do it myself, he put me into my car as well.  He, “Joystick”ed me and closed my door.  As I drove home, my legs began to relax but I guess it is better late than never, right?

Scheduling conflict caused me to cancel Barwis today.

I remembered that on Friday I got another variation of Phil’s “bends.”  I find myself saying it to myself when I get into my car by myself.  It’s nice that I have a few variants to choose from.  They ALL make me smile and laugh.

We’ll see what Wednesday holds…

I turned the radio on as I was driving home from Barwis yesterday and The Script song had just began.  Superheroes. This  song has made my blog in my “Tunes” strand and has never been listened to with me NOT crying.  Yesterday was no exception.  As I drove home this song couldn’t be MORE fitting for me.

At the end of the workday for me (the school day for the kids) yesterday I was speaking to a colleague about my work at Barwis.  I told her that working at Barwis for as long as I have I have learned the importance of “going to fatigue” (as Jon told me two summers ago) and how you ALWAYS have more in your tank than you thought you did.  I can push myself that far now.  This fact has been good for me in many ways.  In addition to knowing that I can push myself further than I thought I could go, I also have to persist when I realize that I can push myself no further without reaching my goal.  I have to persist when my legs are shaking and I am unable to stand to a *BINK* at the Keiser machine.  I have to persist even when I can’t get any more steps off.  I have to persist when I need someone to help transfer me from my car to my wheelchair (Matt, a new intern, helped me yesterday).  I have to persist MOST when I can’t do anything more than be still and breathe through it when Phil is stretching me.

I have been working at Barwis for just about 15 months and I am NOT walking consistently – YET.  I haven’t been fighting for  this “all my life” but I AM “struggling to make things right” (with my walking).  It is a VERY long road but I persist.  Yesterday WASN’T a “Walking Wednesday” (I’m having difficulty remembering them with clarity now) but I did 5 sets of 10 low back hypers (when Phil pushes my shoulders down AFTER I get into 1st position in ballet). Phil HATES when I do that but I HAVE to have good form!  I did these 50 hypers in quick succession.  My lower back as well as my belly burned while doing these.  That is my favorite line in that The Script song.  Because I feel that I have a beast in my belly and it IS hard to control.  I’m  not “learning how to fly” but rather how to walk and I will have persistence no matter how long it takes.

I was able to get out of my car by myself yesterday at Barwis.  I was tired and I felt my legs tightening all day so I was not sure what type of day I would have at Barwis.  Phil was a bit of a Grumpy Bear and I called him “Grumpy McGrumpster” as he stretched my legs.  I called him Adam and reminded him that Phil is NEVER grumpy.  They remained REALLY tight and he told me to go to the stander.  I asked which one but then quickly told him that I was going to the OG stander.  I like that one better.  Once we got to the stander, he put me in the stander and began to strap me in.  He began cranking it up.  My legs began resisting the straighter I stood.  I breathed through it and put my shoulders back the best I could as Adam has instructed me to.

I stood for 6 minutes.  It didn’t feel like that long.  Then he cranked it up again.  Another 6 minutes!  Standing is really starting to feel normal.  It feels like my body is remembering what muscles to use.  The third time Adam cranked it up, I told him that I could stand for days on my left leg.  My right leg was having a little more trouble relaxing and was resisting instead.  I stood for 6 more minutes and looked at Adam and exclaimed that I stood for 18 minutes!!!  He was shocked that I did the math so quickly in my head.  I thought back to 3rd grade, Mrs. Crisco’s class.  I remembered the flash card game we used to play at the end of the day.  The student in the first seat closest to the door would stand next to the student’s desk behind them.  She would hold up a flash card with a multiplication problem on it and whoever said the correct answer first would move to the next student’s desk.  If the student who was sitting was first, the standing student would then sit down.  I remember making it all the way around the classroom.  I was good!  What can I say?  It was 3rd grade!  I don’t remember how many times would recite the times tables as a class.  Probably millions!

Adam cranked the stander up one more time for another 6 mintues.  As he uncranked it, I said, “6 times 4 is 24.”  I was so tired and my brain was a bit foggy that I checked using my fingers and Adam asked, “Really?!”  Well, I just wanted to be sure!

Total time in stander = 76 minutes.

I was extremely tired so Adam put me in my car.  Now, I like Phil’s variation of  his “bends” but I decided yesterday that I don’t like Adam’s so much!!!

 

I felt tight all day at work.  I was awakened yesterday morning about midnight in excruciating pain and to the sound of heavy rain.   I had to get out of bed and sit in my wheelchair.  My legs felt better sitting so I slept the rest of the night (all 4 1/2 hours of it) in my chair.  When I got to Barwis i was determined to have a good showing but just as I turned my car off, my left shoe slipped off as I was moving the driver’s seat back.  In this case, it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to get my shoe back on by myself so I texted Phil to come help.  Jerome was getting something out of his truck so I asked him for help also.  He came over and was helping when Phil walks out of the roll down door.  I wasn’t sure if he was able to come out and help so that was why I asked Jerome to help.  I smiled and was happy to see that Phil came out to help me.  Jerome finished and Phil came around my car door and looked to see if I was okay.  I was.  Then he looked at me and said, “Get out by yourself.” and turned and walked back inside.

I was determined to get out by myself and I did.  I think I may have been a little slow because Phil comes back out just in time to see me about to wheel in.  He stopped and said, “I’m proud of you.  Good job.”  and continued working with who he was working with.  I was a bit early so I sat by the Keiser machine and waited.  I watched the young athletes running with longing.  When it was my time, Phil came over and told me to unlock my chair and pushed me over to the plyo boxes.  He sat on the short box and began stretching me out.  I asked him how I felt and he replied, “Tight.”  Yeah.  I thought so too.  Bummer!  He told me to go over to the white table.

I looked at the table and wasn’t feeling it.  I KNEW it was going to hurt and I didn’t want Phil to hurt me.  He looked at me and asked, “Stander?”  I nodded and that was that.  We went to the stander and I took in my breath.    It hurt and my legs resisted more than last time.  Mostly my quads but I breathed through it as Phil told me to.  I stood three times for a total of 14 minutes.

As I was standing, I asked Phil how he would feel when I’m walking.  He didn’t look at me but asked what I thought and told me to guess.  I told him that I didn’t want to guess rather I wanted to know.  He told me that he would be happy.  He’d be proud.  He’d be ecstatic.  I didn’t know if he was serious or just patronizing me.  I kept asking as he put me in my car.  This time as he put me in, my feet remained on the ground and I think I helped a bit.  Phil said it was easy as he guided me onto the driver’s seat.  Phil’s “bends” returned with a vengeance and I REALLY liked this variation.  They made me laugh.

I drove home wondering if Phil will REALLY be proud of me when I’m walking.  When that day comes (WHENEVER that day comes), I don’t know that it will matter if he is sincere or patronizing because I will be proud of ME enough for the both of us.

Total time in Stander = 86 minutes

I remember my third year teaching.  I taught 7th grade English back then.  I remember it because it was the first year that I felt old.  It has always been something I do when I would need to get students’ attention while they were doing group work.  I would call out, “Stop!” Once I had their attention, I would add, “Collaborate and listen.”  Also, when I would need to call the office or do something on the computer or set up the DVD player, I would put my hand out palm side down and would tell them to, “Just chill.” And then I would add, “’til the next episode.”  I don’t remember what I needed to do but I told them to, “Just chill” and added, “’til the next episode.”  I looked at my aide and said, “These kids don’t even know.”

A student who was seated at the front table told me, “I do!”  I looked at him inquisitively and asked, “Who?”  He looked back and smiled.  His name was Ritchie and he had a GREAT smile!  The smile usually came after he did something mischievous or not all that “good.”  (Hence the seat at the front table).  “It’s Snoop Dogg, Miss.”  I was shocked but pleased that he knew but before I proceeded he added, “I know all the old school Snoop.”  I stopped and repeated what he said a bit aghast.  “Old School Snoop!  I was in high school when that came out!  Ritchie, you’re getting an ‘F.’ ”

I was extremely tight as Phil stretched me at the plyo boxes.  My left leg kept “boing”ing up and he kept telling me to, “Just chill.”  I didn’t share my memory of Ritchie with Phil because the stretch was hurting SO BADLY!  I asked what we were going to do.  He told me, “Stretch.  Unless this relaxes.” Pointing to my left leg.

Well, it DIDN’T relax no matter how much I willed it to.  My time ended and Phil pushed me out to my car.  He lifted me to my feet and I helped as he sat me on the driver’s seat.  He stowed my chair and we did the weird hand grabby thing for a long time.  I was able to grab his hand, shake it, and yell, “Joystick.”  He said it didn’t count, shut my door, and walked away.  As I drove home, my legs finally began to “Just chill… ‘Til the next episode.”