An end and a beginning

So today marks the end of my journey with my physio. For four weeks he has come to my home and put me through my paces. I have struggled and muttered at times, but I have definitely seen the difference it has made to me physically and mentally. I still have times – especially after a busy day at work – when I struggle with the exercises, but with my physio’s encouragement I have got through. At times a bit of ‘tough love’ has been needed, like the day recently when I muttered, “I’m rubbish at this exercise” to which he replied, “Is that negative self-talk working for you?” and my answer of course was “No!” So I bucked my ideas up and immediately improved. I must remember to retain my positivity!

So after this afternoon our sessions end together. I will be on my own to continue my exercises and although he has been a tough taskmaster, I will miss his humour and encouragement. I know though, that to continue on with the exercises and commitment is an investment in me, not just today, but for my future.

I am determined that these exercises will remain part of my life and I will continue to improve. I have also contacted my local MS & Parkinson’s Society and am enquiring about exercise classes and use of their gym. This is a big deal for me, as – although I have gone to the gym on a regular basis for many years – I have always disliked group fitness. However, now I am willing to try anything on offer if it will keep me moving.

So this afternoon, I say goodbye to my physio but welcome a new beginning where I take responsibility for my own goals. I admit a certain sadness and trepidation, but also a determination to succeed and keep up the battle against the bastard that is Parkinson’s and it’s dreaded ‘smallness’. I refuse to be reduced. I will be ‘BIG’ and lead a ‘BIG’ life for if I do not then Parkies will have won and I won’t have that!

Published by kiwipommysue

I work in health and have been with the same supportive team for over 7 years. They are all aware of my diagnosis and this helps tremendously especially while I get used to the idea of my diagnosis. My parents both had Parkinsons, so I guess my odds were higher than most.

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