Little progress

                               

Yes, there is little progress. 

It is not that I feel a big difference in my body, but some of my movements at the physiotherapist go better.

Walking and standing for a few minutes is still hard to do.

My right arm often hurts when I do too much, so this writing is done with my left hand.

My neck and shoulders are also 'not very moveable', so they get a treatment too. Crack!
I still take those heavy painkillers.

But I am pleased with the progress.

It feels that a big part of my body is 'letting me down' right now.

STOP it says.

Stop and listen, and do what I direct you.

For me that is not an easy thing to do.

But if I want to get better I need to listen.

So I try to be a 'listener'.

The last week that I worked I took the bicycle to get to the railwaystation.

Cycling -strangly enough- didn't cause pain.

But the walk from the bicycle parking to the railwaystation caused a lot of pain.

And as said before: walking is a big problem at the moment.

My physiotherapist gave me the advice to cycle.

Good for my body and mind, and cheaper than taking a taxi.

Amsterdam is packed with bicycles, and till now there wasn't a reason to buy one.

Either we walk or take the cable car or metro if we need to go somewhere.

Yesterday I bought a second-hand bicycle.

With gear and a sturdy extra big lock (much needed here!)

A golden 'Gazelle'.

I parked it in front of our house.

The first thing I did this morning was to see if it was still there.

That it wasn't stolen.

And it was there 'glittering' in the sun.

Today I took the bike to go to the chemist to get my pills.

It is not far from where I live right now.

I really enjoyed it.

Fresh air.

Little steps forward it is.

But no matter how little: forward it is!