standing on the bars.. i can hold myself, but only for a few
minutes, my body still feels like i weigh 3 Ton! my poor girly muscles… one new thing, i could tense my ab’s and quads which followed into my lower back and gluts, this shows the start of some NEW pathways! tomorrow i will be back on the treadmill.. the “locomotor” is very similar to what i’m doing here at home – just instead of 3 physio’s helping, i have 1 Steve! (my physio)
physio is coming on.. my legs are now very even on the treadmill, each taking equal (ish) weight and both have good tone.. still right side dominant, i’m going to see how i stand on the parallel bars without leg braces on saturday.. then see where/how i can go from there – hip flicks should initiate steps…
steps mean walking!
its hard.. to keep things going.. to keep things level, my mind is racing all the time… i was “ment” to stop my
recovery after 6 months to a year after coming home.. it’s soon going to be 3 years since i left the Royal Buckinghamshire Hospital (June 20th).. i’m still going, still pushing… once i could stand, once i could walk…. i will again – i will make my life mean more than “recovery” i need more from my life… i get fed up pushing at the pace of a dead snail.. i am so lucky to be “still” improving…. but it really gets on my tits watching the world go by! today i rode another 18 mile to no-where on the FES RTI 300, tomorrow i’ll be on the tread mill – each day.. each week that goes by i get stronger.. i go further…. BUT SO SLOW!
I know i’m lucky to be here.. but for all those people that gave my life back…. i just feel i need to be doing more with it
starting with the zoo and ending in a hang over.. i’ve had an extreme week – tomorrow back to physio, starting with the FES bike









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