Ow is it possible to sue God, as I'm sure most bodies come with a 70 year warranty at least and mine is definitely a dud.
So far today, I've been to rehab and done my exercises and now I've just come back from having shoulder physio. I know it's all good for me, but I hated exercise before I was ill and now I'm doing it in temperatures of 30 odd degrees. Ok I did have a spell of liking exercise, but the only exercise I liked was the rowing machine and the bike, as I could sit down on them and do it. The cross trainer thing scared me to death and the fitness instructor caught me dangling from its handle bar things so many times as it was moving too and fro, that she gave up and let me spend all my time on the things that I liked instead.
I know our re-hab isn't exactly like your techno gyms that are advertised on the bill boards with women in tight Lycra sports gear and equally tight ponytails swishing backwards and forwards or the men in cute shorts and glistening sweaty six packs. We're more your support tights and pearl necklaces for ladies and casual chinos and a nice woolly jumper whatever the weather for men and nothing swishes backwards and forwards in our classes, as we don't go fast enough!
Even Hannah gave up today and let us rest after two minutes for each exercise!
Tonight I had to have my shoulder cuff worked on again. This pain is caused through carrying the oxygen unit on just one shoulder. I know I should have worn it like a nerdy hiker and maybe I wouldn't of had this problem if I hadn't been so bloody vain in the first place. Looking back I would had gladly worn it like that, as I have just had a male physio... all be it a good looking one... shoving his thumbs in a rotating movement into my shoulder for what seemed a life time and saying if it hurts just tell me and I'll stop. The fact my eyes were screwed up tight and leaking eerso slightly and I now have teeth marks in my bottom lip, might have been a bit of a give away. But if I come back in another lifetime, I could easily be a spy, because if they catch me, they could torture me to hell and I wouldn't tell, as long as the torturer is good looking of course!
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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