*deep heavy brea..*
Okay, cancel that.
NO deep heavy breath. I'll settle for just breathing like a human. And sitting up right, shoulders hunched forward, typing slowly. How 'bout that?! THAT I can do.
Physical Therapy began today. Imagine my fairly fit self, who could, previous to the accident, do all my barn chores, feed inside, and out, run errands in town, and ride 2 horses a day...
Sweating and breathing hard, just pulling, reaching, and stretching a weenie yellow rubber band up and around my body. Pathetic! :) I've decided to do PT without pain medicine, so I know what hurts and what doesn't, then take it afterwards. By the end of the hour today, I was hurting, and a few rounds of lightheaded spells from the arm-exercise-bike.
Keep praying, and keep on riding. You folks that have the winter blues, go groom and snuggle 'em for me. In the cold we've got here (while nothing compared to the great North of the country), I can't even get out for more than quick feed chores. Chest gets cold, tightens up, and I almost can't catch my breath.
Slowly but surely... Slowly but surely. I'm too #$*&^ stubborn to not get better. There's horses to ride!