Today was my first day of pool therapy. I found something important out1 today: I am not afraid of the water. My whole fear of water and swimming is actually from my mom’s fear. I just picked up on her anxiety. I figured this out for sure when I had to go in the 7′ deep section of the pool. Admittedly, I had the float things under my arms, but I would have freaked out if she had been there.2
Anyway, pool therapy is also fun, except that I still do the whole pointed-toe/ballet thing. I had to actively remind myself not to turn my legs out and to stop pointing my toes. I had to keep from doing pliés instead of squats. One of these days I’m going to stop acting like a dancer. Today was one step toward that day.
I think I’m going to enjoy the sessions. I’ll probably sign up for some water aerobics classes after I’ve finished, so that I can keep doing this sort of stuff.
In non-PT related news, my second Thought Catalog post was published today.3 It has to do with stupid things I’ve been told by pro-birth people. It was meant to be a snarky way for me to say some of the things I’ve always wanted to say to these remarks. Some people didn’t get the humor behind it. Eh. I can’t please everyone.
Oh, and I accidentally may have gotten my mom’s home health nurse4 cancelled. I was 99.9% asleep when the nurse called this morning. My mom was the grocery store, which is the only non-doctor place she goes, and she asked to speak to mom. I said that she had to go somewhere, but that she would be back soon. The nurse decided that means that mom isn’t home-bound.5
Other than that exhaustion starts setting in quickly once you get out. ↩
She used to freak out with them when I would watch her. And I was always nervous when she had pool therapy. ↩
at least for the clot ↩
As far as I know, weekly trips to the grocery store are something that even Medicare recognizes as something that home-bound people do. ↩