Gradually Rebecca, my magical therapist, added new exercises for me to do every day. My desire is to walk like a human being, not a Weeble. We concentrated on the knee and leg before branching out to core exercises for general strength. The ones I found hardest to do involved a mental hurdle – going up the driveway backwards and sideways. I did them today, quite furtively. I doubt anyone would see me, and why should I care if they think I’m crazy? I still resisted exposing myself to public scrutiny.Last night I did an exercise that Rebecca gave me yesterday. She wanted me to do a “plank” on the bed, but it hurt the skin on my knees and shins. She traded that for leaning against the sink, like doing modified push-ups, but without moving the arms. Shortly before I went to bed, I stood well away from my dresser, then leaned on it, keeping the back and arms straight. All of a sudden I realized that massive dresser was moving slightly! Three burly men would have difficulty shifting it, and here I was just leaning on it and could feel it going away from me. Amazing! Rebecca had made me an aged Superwoman! There might be no stopping me now. As you might guess, there was more to the story than that. I looked down at my bare feet and saw they were slipping on the carpet. It was fleeting fame, gone before I made a complete fool of myself and tried to fly.
March 2010
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