Yes, so it took a while for the annoying flare to go away. During my time of recuperation I went to my RMT for relief and a month before he told me that after almost a year of hard work he was finally seeing some progress with the muscles waving at him with a bit of a friendly hello it was good! Add in a bit of FUN and my RMT asks me how we are doing. I told him I went out dancing, body flared up from it for a bit (days) yadda, yadda, yadda. Same old song and dance (pardon the pun)….ok let’s see what we have to work with now? Part way thru as he’s using the wall to brace himself to add more pressure, to give me a better massage. I asked how are things back there? Answer….you are like a brick wall ! See again, here’s me going from 0 to 60 in seconds. Like how can your body be ok, we are progressing and within one evening or to me what seems to be a blink of an eye you are a brick wall? Then you pass that along to physio in his head (tell me something I don’t know !) and he does his tests and he’s like yes, yes this is correct the thoracic spine she doesn’t know how to move! Seriously? How can’t it? It’s attached…it moves because if it didn’t then I can’t go anywhere without it. Apparently the rest of my body has learned how to move without making it work so as not to aggravate Mr. Flare Bear. Guess what this means …….drumroll please! New exercises! I’m so excited! To be honest I’m not but we will do them anyway!
About 3 ½ yrs ago (before we bought the house we live in now) we were looking to move as my health was not good and we could see that I was going to be going on disability we decided that we would sell the house we were in and move into something more affordable and I thought more manageable. As we were looking I suggested that we look at a condo as the kids were going to be leaving us soon and one day we’d be empty nesters. We did look at a few but nothing that seemed to suit our tastes. I was ready for life in a condo but hubby was not. So we moved into our new home. We made it into a lovely place. It has a big backyard, a long steep driveway, nice gardens, all maintained by 1 person…my husband. I do some helping but it is nothing when you see our yard. For a person like me even a bit of watering could equate to something flaring up. I try to help with inside and outside stuff but not enough to put a dent in anything. Last year I saw age creep up on hubby, a bit of wear and tear in his wrists and forearms and I know how all of this feels. Empathetically I pleaded with him to go see someone. It’s a waste of time, it won’t help! I watched him cut the grass for an hour or more, edge it for another hour, water the garden for yet another hour or so. Then tend to his tomato garden……and so on. I wasn’t any help. The guilt I felt and still feel is horrible. Then winter comes and the driveway needs shoveling and once again I feel useless. Sometimes even tasks inside the home don’t get done and I feel bad but I can’t change this illness. He knows that and so do I. I know my husband wasn’t ready for a condo 3 ½ yrs ago…but this beautiful place sure has worn him down. One day out of the blue we were just sitting around and he said ok let’s buy a condo! Man oh man, the relief I felt. It was like winning the jackpot at a casino! I felt happiness come back as I could see us spending more time together. Possibly going out west for a few impromptu visits. There is life to be had instead of hours watching him doing chores and feeling like shit afterwards! It was a bit of stress relief. I planted the seed of condo life 3 ½ years ago, nurtured it and it finally grew into realization.
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