ENNUI or Depression - the onus of PT
I think the reality of my profound physical weakness hit me today.
I felt like doing nothing. Not a thing. Unless you count sleep - it is my favorite thing to do, after all. All that talk about doing exercises did me in, I'm afraid. It's probably more like bonafide depression, and not ennui, that I'm feeling, but this will pass. I know better than to just sit around feeling sorry for myself. Everything is taking too much effort today.
Slogging through molasses is how I put it once at a student PT clinic a few years ago. That ever-present question that PTs ask their clients, "How are you feeling?" I said that I felt like I was slogging through molasses, and we both started laughing at the silliness of my response. It presented a mental image that was accurate for me on that day. One that needed no explanation. Heck, who wants to bore your PT?
Shannon is my PT who will be working with me. I told her my goals were to improve my leg strength and to make sure DH learned how to do proper ROM with me so he wouldn't hurt either of us. She seemed happy that he would be joining me, even if most of what he'll be doing is observing. Also, she mentioned that if I wanted, we could go into the other room and use some of the equipment. Yeah. I like equipment (I said before knowing what she was talking about). So, when I get to that point, I'll let you know allll about the wonderful apparatuses that will make me strong. HA.
Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,
I felt like doing nothing. Not a thing. Unless you count sleep - it is my favorite thing to do, after all. All that talk about doing exercises did me in, I'm afraid. It's probably more like bonafide depression, and not ennui, that I'm feeling, but this will pass. I know better than to just sit around feeling sorry for myself. Everything is taking too much effort today.
Slogging through molasses is how I put it once at a student PT clinic a few years ago. That ever-present question that PTs ask their clients, "How are you feeling?" I said that I felt like I was slogging through molasses, and we both started laughing at the silliness of my response. It presented a mental image that was accurate for me on that day. One that needed no explanation. Heck, who wants to bore your PT?
Shannon is my PT who will be working with me. I told her my goals were to improve my leg strength and to make sure DH learned how to do proper ROM with me so he wouldn't hurt either of us. She seemed happy that he would be joining me, even if most of what he'll be doing is observing. Also, she mentioned that if I wanted, we could go into the other room and use some of the equipment. Yeah. I like equipment (I said before knowing what she was talking about). So, when I get to that point, I'll let you know allll about the wonderful apparatuses that will make me strong. HA.
Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,
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