Another night of seven hours of sleep makes me feel like conquering the world this morning. That and the coffee that my aid brought to me promptly. The halls are as hectic as they can be with people shuffling back and forth and phones ringing at the administration station right outside my room. Because that station is on the Grand Street side of the building, it’s called the Grand station and that seems like an appropriate designation.
Yesterday’s PT and OT session was hard but enjoyable. The two therapists worked with me simultaneously, switching my exercises from upper body to lower body as we went through the regimen. It was the first day I felt a tiny bit of strength start to flow as I pushed my way through the sets of 10 repetitions. I guess my legs still have some reserve from the past because I was able to do the relevés and pliés to the delight and exclamation of my therapists. I did not feel they were particularly good executions, but I did manage to do them and that’s a start. The other patients in the room asked me why I was even there as they looked to be severely physically disabled. It is all so relative. This facility houses some very ill residents. I avoid looking in rooms as I walk down the hallway.
When I returned to the room, after a rest, I repeated a few of the exercises till my legs started to burn. That actually felt good. Later I walked through a dance routine that I recently choreographed and was able to make it through about three-quarters of the entire song. That will be part of my personal gauge, how much of the song I can do and how well I can perform the movements. Getting through the entire song at any level will be my first goal.