This week is a busy one for me, everything seems to be starting all at once! I had my first appointment with the Physiotherapy team at the local hospital this afternoon; this is on top of the physio exercises that I am keeping up with at home. Feeling brave / stupid, I thought I’d use my crutches to walk to the department, but it turned out to be miles of long corridors away and I was a bit (okay a lot!) worn out by the time I got there. I didn’t make the same mistake on the way back though I tell you! Not to mention we found there was a direct entrance to the department from a different car park, d’oh.
I’d barely sat down in the waiting room before my name was called and I was taken through to a cubicle for my initial assessment. The Physio was lovely; she had taken the time to look up Still’s Disease so that she could be better informed as to the best way to approach my rehabilitation. After some further questions into my background history and this particular flare up, she checked each joint’s mobility: my neck is almost normal and I think that is thanks to the home exercises as a large chunk of those are neck-based; my arms are a lot better than they were, but to her must have seemed quite bad because she said we needed to work on the range of movement I have, especially lifting/raising; my knees are moving better but there is a lot of muscle weakness and wastage in my upper legs, which is going to take a long time to recover; my hips, again, seem much better to me, but she said they were quite restricted mobility and strength-wise. Assessing my walking on the crutches, she commented that I looked to be really struggling and quite wobbly; she suggested I might be better in a wheelchair for now, or using the zimmer frame for a while longer, but I told her I was managing.
I felt a little bit disappointed that her impression was that I was still in a bad way; but then she can’t compare to how I was when I came out of hospital and just how far I’ve come since then. At least I have that knowledge and the belief that some of this improvement is down to keeping up with the physio at home, so this next level of physio should help even more. Walking-wise, I have been taking things very slowly and it has taken a long time to get to this point; it’s only the past week or so that I have moved onto using the crutches as much as I have. Maybe I’m being stubborn, but I think it would be a shame to go back to the wheelchair and zimmer. I admit my legs are wobbly right now, but I’m sure it’s just due to doing so much this week; I’ll give myself a break tomorrow and take it easier at every opportunity I have.
Anyway, back to the appointment. The Physio decided that, because I’m struggling so much with my mobility ‘on land’ (ahoy!) right now, the best thing to start with would be Hydrotherapy, which is exactly what I’d been hoping for. She invited me to a class that runs specifically for women with Rheumatological conditions and introduced me to the physio that runs it. It sounds like quite a large Hydrotherapy pool (as opposed to my old Hydro’s ‘tin bath’), and each person gets their own guidance and exercise regime while you’re in there. She explained that her aim would be to build the strength in my legs and get me to a point where I could walk unassisted in the water, which is easier than on land. Once I reach this point, then I can return to the regular physio to carry on this strength-building and start the process of trying to walk unassisted on land, using parallel bars etc.
Maybe I’ve been a bit naive, but I wasn’t expecting my recovery to be such a long and intense process. I’m trying to think back to the previous times I’ve had to get myself walking again and I don’t remember it being so hard. Maybe it’s because I was younger then, still a child really, and so I naturally bounced back quicker? But my main suspicion is that I was just stronger over all; that over time I have let myself waste away too much and become weaker than I should have been, meaning my body wasn’t prepared for such a shock to the system. All the more reason to make sure I continue to build myself back up now and after my recovery – the stronger our bodies, the easier they can fight all this I reckon.
She seemed quite positive I would at least get back on my feet eventually, which I guess I should be grateful for. I am a bit worried about how I’ll manage during our trip to Dublin next week, but I will manage somehow – where there’s a will there’s a way and all that. I start the Hydrotherapy class on Monday afternoon and I’m really looking forward to it, then I’ll be able to take some of the exercises with me to the pool on Tuesday and relax for the rest of the week.
We stopped at one of the local farm cafes on the way home, for a hot drink and a slice of cake, as a bit of a treat. Since the sun was still out and it was quite warm, we sat at a little table outside and spent an hour watching the agricultural world go by – so peaceful. I’ve often thought I’d have been quite happy growing up on a farm and one day I’d love to have a house with enough land to keep a few animals.
It’s good to look to future and dream :),