I tried wheelchair yoga for the first time and to be honest I didn’t have high expectations. I never saw myself as the meditation Namaste type, however after a few minutes I got into it. I’m planning to go back and give it a go, but I am still on the fence about this whole thing.
Yesterday I had gotten what started out as a sinus headache, that slowly turned into a migraine. All of a sudden, I had the urge to poop, before I knew it poop was up my back. I had to get my PCA to cut one of my favorite shirt off my body, so I wouldn’t get poop in my hair. I had to throw my pants away. Moments like this are the reason why I don’t like spending a lot of money on clothes. I hate those kinds of days.
I decided to keep going to Voices to workout. Stephanie assured me I am making small gains. I was able to open the refrigerator by myself. Plus it gives an excuse to get out of this hell hole of a building. I love the exercise bike. I need upper body strength. I think we get to a place where we all want to give up, but we can’t. We got to push through, so we can persevere.
I know I have not been around very much. I’ve been working on getting the kinks out of the new wheelchair. I finally got the headrest that was supposed to come with the new wheelchair. I am still waiting on the chest strap, which is frustrating. I believe the wheelchair company installed the ankle huggers backward, because he had the padding on the back and the thin strap was cutting my circulation.
I ate five huge slices of pepperoni pizza and it was so greasy and delicious. I love this while I was doing it, But I hated myself afterwards.
I’m telling you this because we all have days where we fall off the wagon so To speak. We just got to get back on and keep going, because when it comes to your health quitting is not an option.
Today One of my four points broke on my seatbelt, so I attempted to get a script from the doctor. By the way when the nurse from hell answered I knew it was going to be a bitch getting the script I need it. She kept arguing about the order in which things had to be there and I told her the wheelchair company said the opposite. I would like to point out this always happens with this particular nurse. They are the nurses and Dr. H is ood about getting Scripps but this nurse is a raging bitch. When I attempted to call a second time the same nurse answered, so I hung up and tried again. The third nurse was completely understanding and sympathetic about my dilemma.