4 nädalat on nüüd operatsioonist möödas, pärast tööd võtsin kipsi maha ja pesin jala. Liigese ümbrus on ikka veel paistes ja kanna ümbrus sinine. Jalg on teisega võrreldes nagu pakk, ainult lihaseid pole ollagi. Esimesi samme karkudega tegin väga ettevaatlikult, samamoodi trepist ronimist.
Otsisin Helini füsioterapeudist sõbranna maili välja ja otsustasin, et teen natuke trenni. Tänane trenn koosnes 25-30 minutit jala liigutamisest (minimaalsed päka ringid ja üles-alla viimised).
neljapäev, 25. juuni 2009
pühapäev, 21. juuni 2009
Looking good
...not me obviously.
Pesin jala, haava ümbert oli paistetus alla läinud ja jõudsin juba isegi pestes ilusti üleval hoida.
Varbad lähevad ikka veel põrsakesteks kui liiga kaua püsti seista.
Kolme nädala pärast hakkan harjutustega pihta. Juuli lõpust tahaks ratta seljas olla.
Tuleb lihtsalt korralikult vaeva näha, et augusti lõpust tagasi matile saaaks. Simple.
Pesin jala, haava ümbert oli paistetus alla läinud ja jõudsin juba isegi pestes ilusti üleval hoida.
Varbad lähevad ikka veel põrsakesteks kui liiga kaua püsti seista.
Kolme nädala pärast hakkan harjutustega pihta. Juuli lõpust tahaks ratta seljas olla.
Tuleb lihtsalt korralikult vaeva näha, et augusti lõpust tagasi matile saaaks. Simple.
esmaspäev, 15. juuni 2009
tahaks surfata...
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more and
beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more and
beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
reede, 12. juuni 2009
2 nädalat ja fotoupdate
2 nädalat operatsioonist möödas. Täna eemaldati niidid, säärelihas oli nagu sült - sõna otseses mõttes. Ott soovitas varbaid liigutada - teen trenni. Andke andeks.
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