We are back Lola and I sans walker, sans walking sticks, sans wits some days. I am fully on my two pins and have been alone on the ground now for just over a week. I was walking at first like a sailor on shore leave in a high wind. That settled to a stooped but steady creep. Now with some good advice from Avia, the therapist at the pool I am placing my feet properly and walking upright but as though my knees hurt. They do. As Avia said I have to learn to walk again just like a great big baby! I have to unlearn all the coping skills that kept me mobile while Dolores was with me. Maybe a lully would help.
I can't fall back on chocolate for comfort anymore as that is one of the things that got me into this pickle in the first place. Sugar and nightshade veg just aggravate the situation but there is nothing as yummy as a baked po with butter and salt and a new tomato salad, or perhaps a milk chocolate bar. Sigh.
So on we plod and each day a little bit better than the last.
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