Physiotherapy is hard work. I spent an hour on Wednesday trying to get my body to do things it’s not built to do. It’s easy to get embarrassed when I can’t even work out how to sit down correctly, but my therapist is kind and has a sense of humour. I think I’m finding it easier because I learnt to ice skate as an adult. I took lessons with tiny children who glided over the ice while I was a unsteady mass of fear attempting to cling to the ice by clenching my toes inside my boots. I overcame my fear and awkwardness and I learnt how to skate. I also learnt that it’s OK to look stupid and to fall on your ass.
I don’t like to look stupid, but I’m getting better at it as I get older. Just as well really as so many of my new exercises involve attempting to stick my bottom out. It really does not want to do that. I find it hard to even understand that. Instead my waist bends, or my shoulders bend forward, but my bottom refuses to obey. And when it does obey it hurts! I have all these underdeveloped muscles that don’t want to be used. Thankfully my body can do some things. I am able to stand on one foot with my eyes closed for more than 15 seconds. I did not know that this was a thing that people should do but now I am working on improving my balance.
The thing that I really like about physiotherapy is that you can measure progress. I think that I am feeling less pain in my legs than less week, but I know that I can bend my knees a whole extra centimeter.