So today is water therapy day. I was hesitant to make the drive today as the Mets' R. A. Dickey was going for his 20th win and with the pain in my arm, etc. etc. But I put on the big boy pants and went down the road to Seton Health anyway. And, as usual, was glad I did. The therapist had a few moments before splash in time and we talked about the arm pain.
"Maybe you can ice it," she said. "Tone down the exercise. See how it goes. The shoulder could just be inflamed. If you find its not changed by Tuesday (our next session), then maybe its inflammation not from exercise, but is being pushed by MS."
Maybe. Always maybe with this thing.
So into the routine, and into the water, bobbing around like an apple in a Halloween tub, in five feet of warm water. I'm the youngest guy in the pool, sometimes the only guy, some times just the youngest, and I stay in my little corner moving arms and legs, using water weights lighter than I've used before. Damn, this hurts. Okay, not Spanish inquisition pain, but that's not my MS. I have the nibbled into a wheelchair by ducks version. Longer breaks between stints of work. Later, the therapist turns on water jets and the soothing spray numbs my back and arm throbbing for ten minutes or so. I gab with the ladies on good places for dinner.
The hour passes and its time to head out. Just before I leave the pool, a beautiful young lady of about ten years of age, and her mom, stepped into the water therapy room. The girl's body was skin and bones. She had the look of a child who has seen perilous times, but has come through it all with an amazing smile.
And a limp. But take her from land and place her in the water, and she floated with wide eyes and a radiant grin.
"This is like walking on the moon!" she said as she moved serenely from one edge of the pool to the other. Her mom smiled wanly and excused herself. Her child was in safe hands.
I hope she does walk on the moon.
So, another week of doctor's visits and changes in prescriptions. We doubled the Nuvigil to 200 Mgs and MY AREN'T WE UP AND PEPPY! Time to do the laundry! Again! Done? Go next door and get the neighbors! Do theirs! Finished that novel? Great, write the next! Use exclamation points!
Quoting my psychiatrist: