Skip to main content

Time "Marches" On

Today I tackled two swim aerobics classes, count them, two!  Both shallow water, which I do each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and now the deep water class as well.  Of course, the deep water aerobics class required a little specialized equipment.  First, they had to install the "lift", a hydraulic chair, that gently sets me into the water and then takes me back out.  That worked out well but the floats they snapped onto me were horrible.

The idea is that the bouyancy belt keeps one bouyant while one performs floating aerobics.  Good idea, not so good to strap the floats about my waist and in the back.  It kept forcing me forward in the water and my muscles are weak thus not a fair fight.  Some folks tried to help, attempting to adjust the straps, and offering suggestions (not knowing about the degenerative muscle disorder), and finally another set of floats were attached, this time in the front.  It was better but too restrictive not allowing me to exercise my arms.  We lost the first float belt and this seemed to work for a short time.  Eventually, it twisted to the side and crept over my bazooms threatening to abandon ship.  It, too, had to go.

I traveled hand-over-hand along the side of the pool (kid-style) to the 5-foot depth range where I could touch the bottom.  Safety at last!  Then my girlfriend suggested the floaty barbells.  Great idea!  She helped me to shove them under my arms and found the happy medium.  I could do the jog-in-place and such with my legs while my arms were minimally impeded.  Woo-hoo!

By this time I was exhausted and the class was only at the halfway point.  I kept up the kicking, and the stepping, and the "jogging" as best as I could muster and thank the dear Lord for patient girlfriends who stay in the shallower end of the pool with you and crack off-color jokes.  The rest of the class was a blur and so much fun!

After my floaty drama, I even managed to meet new friends: 75-years young Joyce, who allowed me to "steal" her floaty barbells and told me of her family member who passed from ALS after a 7-year run with it; Wayne, who thought I was recovering from surgery; and Jean, whom I met in the shallow aerobics class but swam to my rescue when I began to flail in the deep water; and Lori, who Wayne insisted that also had ALS when I told him what the real issue was.  Turned out she's been living with MS (also a horrible degenerative disease) for about 23 years.

God but life is good!  And the fun isn't yet over as I always hold my mental energy long after class ends.  It's likely I'll be awake until after 11:00 pm tonight!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I Remember...

I remember catching fireflies,  putting them in a jar, as a girl of five. I picked pears off a tree that overhung an alleyway on my route home from school, then enjoyed the forbidden fruit. .I had a golden cat who chased a gray mouse through our living room sending my mother, 3-year old sister, and me screaming atop the sofa and chairs. We lived in a farmhouse and I watched Romper Room. A daddy longlegs skittered across my dirty kid legs as I teeter-tottered on a broken kitchen chair back. I played grocery store and laid out a bedroll for group nap time in preschool. We lived in an apartment attached to a bakery. My maternal grandparents visited and a photo was snapped. Grandma held Dawn and Grandpa held me. I held Grandpa's chin. Walking through the back of the flour-caked kitchen, I saw scrumptious pastries and colorful toys stuck in the cupcakes with my hungry kids eyes. We lived in a two-story apartment building next door to a large farmer's field.  That field was my...

You're Not You...Me, Too!

1 Wow! Spot on...In so many ways.  Granted I wasn't in the the same socio-economic circumstance, and neither do I play piano but I was passionate about knitting and I lost the ability to engage in my passion practically from the onset of the ALS. Symptoms first manifested in my right hand as well. I was big on juicing, supplements, and did not worry about fats nor calories. But ALS advanced relentlessly. I hired friends as caregivers and had to bear the humiliation of being toileted by them.One of the worst hurdles for me was allowing a long time male friend wipe me following a toilet. My mother, stepfather, and sister all toileted me as well. Of course, my husband had to attend to all of my most delicate needs, showering, dressing and make-up application. I could really relate to Hillary Swank's character, Kate, in all circumstances except, she chose not to use the bipap (breathing apparatus).  I don't really get why somebody would opt out of a non-invasive solution to...

Kate

I think about my friend, Kate Struby, who died from this horrible disease in 2013. She lived here at Bailey Boushay House before I did. I reached out to Kate online through FaceBook because I loved her photograph with her head thrown back in laughter. I also loved her posts. I guess I just loved her spirit. I got to finally meet her one month before she died. I happened to be at the University of Washington Medical Center for my quarterly appointment when I saw her FaceBook post. She was awake and in the medical ICU. She was a mere few floors down. I would not be stopped. Relativeor no, I would meet my FaceBook friend. Thank God I did. I rolled into the room to find a beautiful, ethere.al woman flanked by two friends. Although it was an impromtu visit, she said she knew me immediately.I was in awe of her with her fiery spirit despite the ravages of our shared disease. She, unable to lift even a finger, lifted my spirit.