Backing up a little here, when we were on our recent trip we would occasionally find ourselves in buses. Either we were on a paid for shore excursion or on a shuttle bus going into the nearest town/city. No matter how big or small the bus was, Bill was hardly able to get up out of the seat to exit it. He would grab the seat back in front of him and hoist himself halfway up and then get sort of stuck, his legs shaking, unable to completely go all the way up. He would plop down, over and over until he would get enough momentum to go all the way. This whole process would take soooooo long and would hold up everybody. The same thing happens when he is getting out of our car. And its all because his legs are so out of shape. This is a guy that sits in his chair almost 100% of the time. He insists on parking as close as possible to the entrances of where we are going....he just doesn't move. He even made mention to me that he was going to get our doctor to give him a disabled sticker for parking!!! I put the kibosh on that one real quick like!!
He has improvised and devised all manner of ways to NOT get out of his chair. He uses his long handled shoe horn, broom, cane, shoe, anything to extend the length of his arm to reach stuff that he is constantly dropping on the floor by his chair. I have seen him go without salt on his food, not get a coffee refill, go off the laptop because the plug in has fallen and he can't reach it, not answer a phone or a door, not let the dog out for a pee....etc......all because he won't get up out of his chair.
On the way home from where ever the other day I drove straight to the rec centre and made him sign up. And, to not feel like a total bully, I am going with him. Achhhh....the things I will do for that man.
But...I did go out and buy a new "go to the gym" shirt to wear with my tights! It looks great!!! And a little exercise on my part can't hurt (just bore me to death)!! We will see! And we are heading out the door right now to go. I will check back later!
Well that wasn't too too bad. Still don't like it but it won't kill me. I couldn't get the scale to work though, thank god!! I had forgotten how fast I usually go on the treadmill. You have to set everything, including the speed, up before you get on. So I set weight, speed, incline etc...and stood on it, got ready then pushed start.
Holy Crap! It took off like a banshee and it became evident really fast that I was not going to be able to run 10 mph (my initial guess). I frantically looked for a stop button before I completely bailed. Finally I saw the emergency BIG red button and smacked it. Well, not only did it screech to a sudden halt but an emergency siren went off. Oh God....how embarrassing. All the staff come running along with the full timers that know what that sound means. I just should stay outta gyms, thats all I have to say. Its a sign. TTYL (sorry about the random pics today)
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| A MOSAIC OCTOPUS ON TOP OF A POST |
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| THREE PICTURES OF MY TWO FAVOURITE STICKS FROM MY STICK COLLECTION |
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| THE CAT THAT LAYS ON THE COUNTER AT OUR VETS....I HAVE YET TO SEE HIM AWAKE |
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