Small Steps are Better than None
Saw my cardiologist today. When the nurse wheeled me in she left the wheelchair outside the examining room, asked me if I could walk to the chair inside. I did! What a boost that gave me! But after she left, and while I was waiting for the doctor, I felt stuck without it. The door was closed and I was claustrophobic in the small room. The loss of my crutch on wheels made me very uneasy. But I got through it without having a panic attack.
The rest of the day, when the dogs wanted to go out, instead of using my wheelchair, I walked from my recliner in the sun room to the door (7 steps there, 7 steps back). How ridiculous that must seem to anyone who may read this, but it’s a small beginning for me after three years of fear keeping me down. I am hopeful for the future.