My physical therapist said I need to exercise 20 minutes a day, 5-7 days a week. I normally do about 45 minutes three times a week, but I have engaged my niece to help me a few days a week to get to five.
Or if she is unavailable, I have exercises I can do myself.
That was my plan today until I dropped the urinal.
By the time I got help, it was too late.
After Mom helped me change and cleaned things up, I mentioned how “defeating” something like that is. I was thinking about how there was no way I was exercising.
She agreed, “how can it not?” But she said I have to deal with it as best as I can.
I said that’s the thing: I can't defeat this; it’s like I have to make a truce with FA.
She agreed and said it was better than being defeated.
But isn't that what Neville Chamberlain thought?
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