I thought when I started this record of my experience of the PR course that I would write it from my point of view , warts and all. As honestly as I could. I have tried to do this so far. This episode is probably going to have me come across as a proper immotional wimp , but what the hell ,here goes.
As I have said before, I nearly always feel somewhat nervous on the morning of PR, and the last 3 or 4 sessions have had me more so due to problems I am having with thick sticky mucus which seems to sit in my windpipe just around my tonsils area.
Anyway , long story short, I elected to go on the excercises bike first. I only lasted 5 mins before stopping, gasping and with a throat that felt full of muck. This messed up the rest of the session, The head Physio came across to talk me through my feelings of panic and I went on to sit ,recover and work my way through the weights. I felt so down, weak , demoralised, all trembling inside that I had a bit of a weepy session to myself. ( I have had this ruddy awfull disease now, steadily getting worse ,that occasionally it just overwhelms me. ) wrong place ,wrong time.
The boss came to my rescue , ( again) with lots of encouragement, and got me semi focussed on finishing the sessions activities.
Not my best day by a long chalk, but I've got 3 sessions to go now. And I am determined to see them through. Apparently I have to eat more before I attend the lessons, as I havnt dared eat before, so have been running on empty each session.
Back in on Friday.ππ
Catch ya later.
Softy Chris x