I'm scared.
Now, I know you all are saying to yourselves, "Matt, scared? Is that even possible?"
I'm afraid it is.
I was in bed last night and I tried to move my legs. Notice the word tried. I really had to struggle just to unbend my right leg. It was so weak.
So exercise, you say.
And I will.
But, as I have written before: If everything is perfect, I am usually OK.
If I sleep poorly, if a non-wheelchair user decides to use the wheelchair stall when I need it, if my insides are just a tiny bit off or if my hip hurts, then all bets are off. And so after I fall (in the figurative sense but also literally), all I want to do is sit or lie still. One can't exercise if one doesn't want to move.
Hence the fear.
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2 comments:
Matty
I just wanted to mention that I love you.
xxoo metc
thanks
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