Hey TJ,
I used to be active, real active. I’d see 4-5 clients in a day, having to be ready to deal with almost anything. I was working in clients homes, so you never really knew what sorts of situation might arise. My clients could be up to 20km away from each other, so I was always on the move. And then BANG and everything stopped. A month or so later I tried to get back into it, but phew, I couldn’t keep the pace up. I knew something wasn’t right, just thought a month off had made me lazy. I could hack the pace before, so I could do it again, so I pushed and again something went POP. This one really laid me up for months.
When I decided I needed to get going and do something, OHHH, I found muscles and muscle aches I’d never had before, my stamina and my abilities had evaporated. I think the old saying of ‘If you don’t use it, you lose it’ rings true for me. Because my activity had gone from constant to nil, everything started breaking down. My knees and ankles had aged 20yrs in 20 months and now I’m really feeling my age. I never had before. I have to pace myself with e v e r y t h i n g, that ‘spoon theory’ idea is very true. I used to tease the wife about old age slowing her down, now she’s doing it to ME!!! WTH
I think our body’s learn to cope with what we throw at it, it learns to adapt to the environment we give it. So when I was working, my body got use to that routine. When that routine ceased it stopped adapting to the work environment and went to lazy slob environment. That’s why when I try the work routine now my body screams at me and it takes 2 days to recover. I’ve lost that stamina and the muscles to go with it.
As for my balance, it was a mess (and at times still is, even years later). I stand up I see stars and bright lights, get dizzy and have to grab a wall, a wife or anything else that’s close by. At first the frustration was HUGE and that was more frustration with self. That frustration has mellowed somewhat to a bit of acceptance, but I still hate it. It’s become part of ‘pacing myself’ I can’t just ‘get up and go’ like the old me. I did that once and woke up on the floor, with a wife standing over me waving a finger ‘tsk tsk’. I have to slowly stand. wait. then take a step (wobble a bit) wait for things to normalise and I’m usually OK, then I can go. It has taken me a while to accept it all and some days that acceptance is better than others, but those days of rest and recovery shows me that I REALLY have no damn choice in the matter. My body tells me ‘Slow down or I’ll put you down’
Hope it helps
Merl from the Modsupport Team