I will never take walking for granted. It is unbelievable how quickly your muscles lose their strength. I didn’t realize how much it takes to be able to just walk. When I first started to get up and moving I had to be assisted. I had someone walking with me and a little push cart (it even had a seat). My legs felt almost like after you have had a really extremely hard workout, your legs shake and feel kinda jell-o like. I didn’t get very far, a little embarrassing but the short distance I did walk I worked up a sweat and needed a nap.
After I got disconnected from all of the IVs I walked as much as I could. Honestly, I was going stir crazy, not one to sit around and do nothing.I did enjoy being able to walk outside by myself. Feeling the heat from the sun on my body really helped my bones feel warm, my hospital room always felt so cold. I walked all over the hospital, and outside at the labyrinth that the hospital has. It was amazingly hard and exhausting to do, and I was very frustrated with myself. It’s one of those things that you know you should be able to just go, but you can’t.
It has also given me a much different perspective on people who have disabilities/illnesses that effect the way they walk. What so many can do with absolutely no thought, for some every movement is carefully thought out and possibly painful.