I truly didn't want to get out of the pool yesterday.
My exercises and PT were long completed, but I wanted to stay in that warm water cocoon of relative peace and quiet. I realize being "pruny" from the water isn't a fashion statement, but I don't believe anyone who knows me will be all that concerned about my lack of care regarding that particular issue.
I just needed some quiet in my overly loud life.
Took Daddy to see a physionometrist yesterday. Fancy word for a doctor who specializes in telling people to go get physical therapy. I'm not sure this exercise will truly help. Lord knows if it does, I'll be happy that it improves Daddy's quality of life.
But I saw the MRI and I understand enough about anatomy and physiology to be a danger to myself and others.
The compression in his spine and the narrowing of the channels for the nerve conduction are so restricted that I'm afraid the repetitive motions will simply cause greater harm.
There are also at least TWO bone spurs which are pressing in upon the already stressed areas of the back. I for sure saw one that is pretty significant in size. But as of this instant, Daddy is NOT a surgical candidate.
Meekly, I took the prescription for the month of PT for Daddy. The folks at the rehab will HAVE to yield to my schedule on this one. With my own needs of rehabbing a still recuperating ankle, I can't supersede the PT I have to do just to get Daddy to his. And I can't keep adding things to an already overfull schedule. It's not like I have a "mini me" closet to draw from to build enough support to fill in the gaps. Sadly, I don't even have a single mini me. That would be both helpful and disconcerting at the same time.
So I spent some time after PT with my head down in the water playing dead. Not that I want to be dead, of course, but some days, it's nice to have a break from the noise outside of my head just long enough to concentrate on the noise INSIDE my head.
Think two BB's rattling around inside a box car...
I relaxed enough to just float drifting along with the current from the water jets.
Sadly, the time came which compelled me to get out of the pool. I hopped into the hot tub long enough to ease the tightness in my leg and ankle then dried off to go home.
It is a pretty good break from life. Sadly, you always have to come back and shoulder your load again, but some days, I think the trip to the pool helps me deal with things a little better.
At least that is the goal.
