Hello my lovely readers
Tonight's post returns from the political to the personal (although, to me, the personal is always political - and I certainly used my own experiences to make broader points yesterday).
It's about the joy of hydrotherapy. One of my concerns regarding our trip out to SA, aside from access, was a significant amount of time without physiotherapy. But then we met up with my childhood friend Hannah and her mum, and they told us about a local pool they use. So I had a session today, with a wonderful physio, and it was great.
That is the featured photo - I'd never worn a headfloat before, so that felt a bit odd to start with, but the session went well, and I'll be going again whilst we're still here. I'm so grateful to have been able to go.
11th December 2019
Tonight I sing the joys of hydrotherapy
and relaxation offered by warm water -
relief we thought, out here, we might not get for me
yet today found just what we had been after.
It was such bliss to be submerged and stretching,
to give my muscles a much-needed break,
because, 'tho proud of what they have been reaching,
I know parts of this trip have made them ache.
That said, today there was a real diff'rence,
within my range of movement in the pool.
I was reminded of this trip's signif'cance
and all I've done to get here, which is cool.
I often tell myself to 'just keep swimming';
perhaps that line of thinking has me winning.
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