usualsuspect's Journal

PT lady is about to destroy me.  She apparently believes that success in treatments can be measured by the volume of my protests and the degree to which my hapless limbs can be distorted far outside their normal position. But, hope against hope, I dutifully do the exercises. It's a task equal to Sisyphus'(roll boulder to top of mountain by day; it falls back down durung the night ) except my particular boulder always rolls back downhill to a slightly lower spot than yesterday. Or so it seems. Then why do I exercise?  Because for a brief time, maybe 30-45 min. after the groaning and  stretching, I feel almost normal.

I remember once my NEUROLOGIST  commented on how well I was doing and that I wa s exercising, etc.  I asked him what other people do. He said many just give up.  Since I'm  uncertain where I'll end up in the afterlife I have no c hoice but to  hold on to what I've got.