JON: It’s been cold, very cold. There has been a thick layer of stuff all over the place, which in addition to being cold is also very slippery. What with my fear of falling and vehement dislike of getting wet, I have stayed indoors, eating, drinking but sadly not managing to be merry. As a result, I have started to get pains in my legs, probably due to a lack of movement. I don’t mean the occasional twinge but full blown, ARGH type pains.
Astute readers will remember that I have moaned about these pains before, and that I was to start seeing a physiotherapist. As it turned out, this was probably more traumatic for him than it was for me. Granted, I was in some discomfort, but the poor guy had to try to attempt to diagnose the undiagnosable (according to Doc), in English, for patient who could explain his complaints in Latin and who casually dropped into conversation that he has a Ph.D. in anatomy. OK, I was showing off about the Ph.D., but there are worse things to boast about.
Anyway, the physio pulled and prodded, asked many searching questions, and finally decided that my symptoms are most likely mainly related to the Parkinson’s. So he showed me several exercises and threatened to enroll me in the clinic’s regular Wednesday class for Parkies. Now, I am quite emphatically not the sort of man who takes exercise, but … I’ve finally become convinced that there may be something in this exercise lark, in particular the stretching which has proven helpful over the last few weeks.
And walking is beginning to be almost pleasant. At the moment, we are still at the stage of exploring our surroundings to find the best walks, and in the process I’m taking a vast number of photos of the frozen sea which has a silent beauty about it. I’m musing on getting an exercise machine so I can avoid getting cold – but will that offer up as many photo ops? At least I’m able to stretch out thoroughly and repeatedly in front of our new 40 inch TV.
Astute readers will remember that I have moaned about these pains before, and that I was to start seeing a physiotherapist. As it turned out, this was probably more traumatic for him than it was for me. Granted, I was in some discomfort, but the poor guy had to try to attempt to diagnose the undiagnosable (according to Doc), in English, for patient who could explain his complaints in Latin and who casually dropped into conversation that he has a Ph.D. in anatomy. OK, I was showing off about the Ph.D., but there are worse things to boast about.Anyway, the physio pulled and prodded, asked many searching questions, and finally decided that my symptoms are most likely mainly related to the Parkinson’s. So he showed me several exercises and threatened to enroll me in the clinic’s regular Wednesday class for Parkies. Now, I am quite emphatically not the sort of man who takes exercise, but … I’ve finally become convinced that there may be something in this exercise lark, in particular the stretching which has proven helpful over the last few weeks.
And walking is beginning to be almost pleasant. At the moment, we are still at the stage of exploring our surroundings to find the best walks, and in the process I’m taking a vast number of photos of the frozen sea which has a silent beauty about it. I’m musing on getting an exercise machine so I can avoid getting cold – but will that offer up as many photo ops? At least I’m able to stretch out thoroughly and repeatedly in front of our new 40 inch TV.
1 comment:
i'm from California so the cold here has a heavier affect on me than on you. skip the exercise machines and get your ass out doors - is the best advice I can give to myself. but here I am sitting on my flat ass reading your shit and commenting. In the nearly 30 years that I have been here, the weather has been getting warmer and warmer. The winters are cold for a short time but major boring gray skies go on forever. It'll play nasty tricks on your mind.
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