Lois is in Barcelona on her hen do and the rents have gone away for some sun so it’s up to my mums place in Oxford for the weekend. I always love heading up to this part of the country however it does mean 4 days of no physio. I’ve mentioned the importance of rest before but just because I’m not receiving any hands on treatment doesn’t mean the rehab has to stop. There’s specific things to continue working on that I will do every day:
-Glute and core strengthening exercises.
– Posterior chain sequencing work.
– Hand mobility and strengthening.
– General stretching
Apart from these I figure it’s best to just keep busy. ‘If you don’t use it you’ll lose it’ is a common phrase in SCI recovery and I believe it’s true. Your trying to reconnect and retrain your neural pathways and even though I was never very good at biology it seems obvious that the more times you fire the messages off from the brain the more chance they have of getting through, no? With this in mind I just try and spend as little time doing nothing as possible…. everything as long as it’s something is rehab.
My ‘rehab’ so far this weekend has involved a flight, a road trip, a night out and a bit of gardening….. After spending some quality time with the mother I decided that everyone was having too good a time on holiday so I decided to re address the balance by heading to the big smoke for some fun with the boys. I love London, I’ve spent a lot of time there over the years and it was great to be back on my own terms.
Bit of admin…. When I ‘m out and about I take a rucksack with a few essentials, namely;
– catheter incase of retention – Spare combi catheters – Spare FES battery’s/pads – Pills in case of autonomic dysreflexia – Change of clothes
Thankfully I required none of the above but it’s a lot easier to relax when you feel prepared. Organisation and planning are key to managing life with a disability and some would argue that they were traits that previously alluded me, however I am getting better, I have no choice. ✌️
P.s. Hope everyone’s enjoying the suuuunshiiiiiinneee (said in winey Manc accent).