While I was still in the throes of agony with the pinched disc in my back from carrying a heavy suitcase up three flights of stairs at the beach in September, by faith, I rescheduled my cross country trike trip to a date six weeks later. Yesterday I appear to have turned the corner toward recovery.
When I first went to the therapist I could only walk one minute, 15 seconds until my back commenced to spasm. Midway the second week I had that up to three and a half minutes. Yesterday I walked on the tread mill at 2mph, my normal pace, once for 5 minutes with no spasm and again for 10 minutes with no spasm. THAT IS REAL IMPROVEMENT!
Among the many other things which the therapist had me do, I rode their recumbent bike once for 5 minutes and again for 10 minutes. Based upon that improvement he agreed to have me start riding my trike on the inside trainer for 5 minutes, 4 times a day. As that goes well he will gradually increase my time until I am riding the required 4 hours a day. Hope springs eternal! I now go to the therapist only twice this week, and if all goes well, to once-a-week.
Please understand, I am not well. I still have restrictions: do not move a chair or lift a carton of milk; do not sit in a soft, recliner chair; do not sleep on my back and on and on. When I over do it I pay dearly for a day or so.
Friday evening I went with my dinner group to dinner and to the Canton Playhouse to see Dicken's Christmas Carol. The walk in and out of the restaurant was stressful. The walk from the parking deck, across the bridge, down the elevator, across the beautiful lobby and into the playhouse was agony. As we left, at one point, I had to ask a lady in the lobby to please let me have her chair as I was about to collaspe.
The next day, still unrecovered, I repeated the same extreme acts when my daughter and son-in-law treated Julie and I to enjoy the Christmas Musical at the beautiful Akron Civic Theater and then to dinner at the swank Crave restaurant. Sunday was a blur of pain.
That was then, this is now. I am rested. The therapist has me doing strength building as I'm out of shape, being inactive since September. I can now ride the trike some. The pastor and one of the ladies of the church made a call on me today. One of our dearest friends, Carla Ludwig, brought our dinner tonight. And, best of all, I am no longer living on vicodin. UP and AT'EM!
May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks
May your heart be as light as a song
May each day bring you bright, happy hours
That stay with you all the year long.