So I have been walking about 25 kms a week the last two weeks. I have learned a couple of things.
- My House of Marley headphones rub on my face making a “swoosh swoosh” sound as I walk as the cord rubs across my beard. Annoying so I am using a different pair. It’s not like they are so great they are worth putting up with that noise.
- It is quicker to walk through Nutana and go across Broadway Bridge and then through downtown and then Caswell Hill to get home than any other route.
- It feels like it should be quicker to go to the University and then across the CP Rail Bridge but I am wrong.
Speaking of the CP Rail Bridge, I learned something while walking that route home. I can’t go down stairs. I kind of fall down stairs which was really concerning to me.
To skip back, on December 22nd, I had been consumed by a dangerously high fever for two days. I was incredibly sick but I also wanted a cold drink so I got out of bed, walked down the stairs and passed out from the top. I woke up in great pain at the bottom of the stairs with a couple of broken ribs and I realized that despite being declared infection free, the infection was running up my legs. So to recap, I was laying at the bottom of my stairs, broken ribs, knowing that I was incredibly sick and still didn’t have a cold drink. Ever since then I have been nervous about going down the stairs.
Since I have started walking long distances, I have learned that neither leg is working like they used to work. One leg destroyed by infection. The other leg destroyed by a large hole I accidently burnt in my ankle. Great job. Not only that but as I am walking they both respond differently from day to day which seems normal as they are getting into shape.
Yet going down stairs seems to be some sort of mystery and to be honest, it has been terrifying to me. When I go down the stairs at the CP Rail Bridge at the weir, my heart rate goes up and it I find myself gripping the hand rail going down and instead of going down one step at a time, it’s kind of a controlled fall.
So on Sunday, Wendy and I went down for a walk along River Landing. Part of it was me figuring out how to go down stairs again.
After shooting this, I found myself heading up and down the stairs. As much as it freaked me out I made some progress. Who would have thought when this started that two years later I would figuring out how to walk again. Yesterday it actually felt like I had two legs again rather than just two things that hurt a lot but didn’t work well together.
The only other problem is that I have is stopping quickly. It’s like my legs have bad brakes on them. I am not sure why this is but it’s the next thing to figure out. Years ago they did some tests on my reflexes on my feet and basically they no longer talk to my brain. I am assuming that their lack of communication is what is causing me problems.
Other than that, it’s slow progress and feels pretty good.