Struggle to edge of bed - swing your legs, wiggle your toes, wait a couple of minutes then stand up, wait a couple of minutes, stretch what you can, waddle to toilet, go back and lie on the bed for 20 minute!!
After 20 minutes struggle to the kitchen, make a cup of tea, relax and enjoy!π
Half an hour later, go to the toilet again, stretch, do a little tidying up. Time for a rest - enough for one morning.
Repeat some of these things during the day. Watch TV, read a book, do a crossword puzzle, or.........!
Enough excercise for one day. Relax and be pleased with what you've achieved.ππ
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You sound about like me. So many on this forum were extremely active or sporty and find it difficult to embrace a more leisurely way of life. I've never been very active, was always the last to be picked for teams in school hockey or netball lessons and I have to admit that the necessity to rest frequently is one aspect of these ailments that I can cope with quite well and without too much frustration. I do make sure I get to the library at least once a week. I'm now reading as voraciously as I did at 10 years old, but now there's nobody to tell me off for being a bookworm.
Well in a way it was, but at the same time I was so hopeless, I couldn't blame the real enthusiasts for not wanting me on their side. In hockey I was so terrified that I might be hit that the teacher was always shouting 'You're supposed to run towards the ball, girl, not away from it!'
That poor PE teacher. I realise now that she was probably only about 23 and just didn't know how to handle such a seemingly recalcitrant girl who thought sport was a waste of good reading time. She once lost her temper with me in a very public corridor and started accusing me again and again of 'dumb insolence'. One of her older colleagues intervened to calm things down. I was quite impressed that she had (I assumed) made up this interesting expression. I only found out much later that dumb insolence is a punishable offence in the British army.
I was exactly the same, hated hockey (not helped by a sports teacher who would wack the back of your legs with a hockey stick if you didn't run fast enough) she'd certainly have been kicked out in these more enlightened times. One good thing about the not liking sport and loving books is that it gives me a bond with my 10 yr old grandson who knows that when he comes to me he'll never be told to get his head out of a book.He tells me he doesn't like sport because it's too competitive; don't think I had such a reasoned response at his age. Both his mother and her sister loved sport and I always tried to be supportive but was very bored.
Now I have to push myself (no pun intended) to do my morning exercises for my back and knees .
Right at the beginning of my pmr journey i used to wake up and check all limbs worked still!! One day i discovered one arm didnt work and then realised the cat had curled up right next to me stopping my arm from moving!!Phew!!
This is a description of me!!! I'm always pleased to get up without any new aches, and double bonus if I have managed to sleep thru the night!!!
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Ah, yes. Being old. I am that, so had to factor that in on my pmr journey. My accomplishment measure is minute compared to younger people. Went from hooray, I unloaded the dishwasher ( half in am, half in pm ), to βgot it done in one go AND did a load of laundry. Butβ- thatβs it. π. And nothing happens before coffee and pred kick in. So I have to gauge my progress on many things and tell myself , ( over and over ) do not compare. Admittedly difficult as I tend to anyhow. Lifeβs events force self improvement. π ready or not! Thx for posting. π€
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