Had a real workout in PT. They removed the foot rests from my wheelchair -- I think they are unassembling it piece by piece. I have to give it up on Monday. That's a condition of release, that I not use a wheelchair. I did the steps in a right left right left instead of one tread at a time and the steps even looked smaller to me. Joyce, my PT woman, does have me practicing on a 10" wooden box for that first killer step of my apartment. I also walked to my room and back with the rolling walker without resting. Did the arm bicycle -- you pedal with your arms, did various things with this heavy yellow ball the size of a volley ball, and then various things with this iron bar.
One of the other therapists had his person using the iron bar which is about 2 feet long like a paddle as if her were paddling a canoe. I told him to close his eyes and pretend he's in the Adirondacks.
Breakfast was the same, except it was the bad bread. I am thinking that Wednesday is bagel day -- I've had their bagels twice on Wednesday for breakfast so maybe I'll be lucky and get one tomorrow. If it's not the rare bagel or the rare muffin, it's always this bad bread three meals a day. I don't even eat it any more. I used to taste it and try to anylyze why it's so terrible -- it's dry and stale.
|These flowers came from my broker today -- really beautiful with white roses, dahlias? and some purple flower on a stem that smell great.|
|close up of the flowers|