Saturday, October 18, 2008

St. Lukes Hospital

My sister found this picture of me and put it up. I am lying on the mat in the therapy room at St. Lukes Hospital in Cedar Rapids , Iowa. I spent a lot of time there. I was about seven in this picture. I was in the hospital for many months. After a while the nurses , doctors, and therapists became like family in a sense. In this picture I was hamming it up. Trying to avoid my therapy session i'm thinking. The expression on my face is like, "I don't think so", "I'm not doing that again". I never really liked my therapy sessions. After I started back to school they even had a bus come and get me to take me to therapy. I could not get away from it. I think I even pretended to be sick once.

Even though I never much cared for my therapy It helped me to get to where I am today. I do not go to therapy anymore. I belong to the YMCA and go to walk the track. That is my therapy. I try to walk a mile. I will go and start walking and others who start at the same time as I do are finished before me. They will say things to me like, "You go girl" or "your doing great hon". I enjoy the words of encouragement. Some people come and just take off running. I always want to stop them and ask them to carry me along with them. I started out to where It took me 2 hours. I am now down to 45 minutes. It is very calming and stress relieving to walk the track.


Anonymous said...

I would have been three at this time. I remember going with you to therapy and wanting so bad to have the attention from the perky staff working with you. I thought some of it looked like fun. Of course after your stroke I did not realize how hard all of this therapy was for you to do.

I never remember hearing you complain and I don't ever hear you complain now!

I do think physical therapy would be a benefit to you now you know getting coverage for it seems to be impossible.

I love the picture on the header because you have such a happy grin on your face. Your little dress and shoes are just too cute.

Also, I know mom and us had to travel a lot to take you to Iowa City for therapy and appointments. I thought this was taken in IA City Hospital but I must be wrong. You went through a lot as a kid.

Anonymous said...

It is apparent that you were a well cared for child. Your mother dressed you all well.

I went to therapy as a small child. I did not walk until I was three. No one really knows why-there was nothing wrong with me-or so says my medical file. I have read it meticulously. I remember learning to walk in PT.

I run now. At the ripe old age of 37 I started running. I have never been a runner. My doc checked me out and gave me some advice-go slow, if it hurts stop.

I had terrible coordination as a child-I was not allowed to do regular gym because I could not catch or hit anything. My neurologist thinks it was procipriation and my brain needs more stimulus to know where my body is.

So I now run a 10 minute mile. It helps my coordination, mood, and I can eat like a pig. Pretty good for a kid who could not walk on her own.

And in many ways in this life..... we do carry each other.

Because being lonely is not the same as being alone.


Anonymous said...

Going to therapy so much, at that age must have been hard. I would have tried to get out of it too, at that age there are so many more fun things to do. Yet, I'm sure it helped you so much today. I LOVE the picture, your so cute, full of spirit.

I admire that you walk to much today. I need to get off my butt and walk. I always feel so much bettr when I do, both physically and emotionally. Now if I would JUST DO IT!!!

Have a great Sunday! We actually have a frost warning here for tonight.

Anonymous said...

At least you are doing something :). Walking is so great for the mind and your time shows how great it is for your body too. I see those runners too and wish they would carry me along. It must be like flying :)

Anonymous said...

I, too, love that picture.

It's amazing that you have made so much progress.

My son's soccer season is ending soon and I have promised myself that we will begin walking then, both because I need it desperately and because he will drive me crazy if he doesn't get the excersize.

Melissa Jo said...

You go girl :) i think you are amazing, as I always have since I was a little girl :)