As one old timer to another, I empathize. I ran for many years. Today, all of my lower body joints are big-time complainers. If it weren't for a combo of peripheral neuropathy and a recent sepsis infection, I'd still be doing okay. Neuropathy and sepsis have drained my once robust legs of much of their strength. I know I must do exercises specifically to strengthen my legs, but when I do … oh, boy, do those overused joints complain! Mine––and it sounds like yours, too––is a rock-&-a-hard place problem.
Old timer and Ray:
We do what we can and try what we can't. Just don't give up. I miss trail running and wildlife encounters (Except for copperheads and poison ivy) now it is drivers ignoring crosswalks and oblivious right turners on red. I tried machines and a couple of expensive gadgets but keeping it simple seems to work best. Slow motion 5ks, many reps with light dumbells (can't use a barbell because it takes two arms in coordination). just do! Tie my shoes (I break out in a sweat) Peel potatos! Feed the birds. Anything. The local race timers added an over 80 age group just so I wouldn't have to compete with runners 14 years younger than me.
Sounds like if we added one more to us we would make one hell of a relay.
Three sessions so far with my PT. The big spinning is mostly fixed.
There is still a lot of mild spinning, sometimes just from looking down or turning my head.
She is concerned that there may be something else causing this, so we're working on balance while watching for progress or not.
With walking stick I'm able to get a pretty good pace on flat roads. I'm learning to look straight ahead!
I went for a wood hike with my walking buddy, but had to turn back when the trail got too rocky.
At 75 this is not the worst possible adventure.
I'm lucky to have found a PT who is a neurological specialist.
I see the stroke patients in the waiting room and am filled with admiration for their courage to keep going.
Old timer and Ray:
We do what we can and try what we can't. Just don't give up. I miss trail running and wildlife encounters (Except for copperheads and poison ivy) now it is drivers ignoring crosswalks and oblivious right turners on red. I tried machines and a couple of expensive gadgets but keeping it simple seems to work best. Slow motion 5ks, many reps with light dumbells (can't use a barbell because it takes two arms in coordination). just do! Tie my shoes (I break out in a sweat) Peel potatos! Feed the birds. Anything. The local race timers added an over 80 age group just so I wouldn't have to compete with runners 14 years younger than me.
Sounds like if we added one more to us we would make one hell of a relay.
You have me laughing, slowrunner! I'd say let's meet at the starting line of the next citizens 10K. What the heck? If we're the only ones in our age category, we'll win a trophy no matter when we finish. Two hours later? The next day? Round about Thanksgiving? They'll have to wait for us, no matter! ––Ray
You have me laughing, slowrunner! I'd say let's meet at the starting line of the next citizens 10K. What the heck? If we're the only ones in our age category, we'll win a trophy no matter when we finish. Two hours later? The next day? Round about Thanksgiving? They'll have to wait for us, no matter! ––Ray
Having had to spend the better part of a year rehabbing in a recliner (not from PN but rom a sepsis infection), I've come to see recliners as both good and bad. They're good––in fact, they're unbeatable––when you need them, but after you've had to sit in one for months (as I did), they become a real temptation: you choose the recliner before other chairs (as I found myself doing) long after a recliner's ultra comfort is an all-day necessity. One day I looked down at myself all comfy in my recliner and thought, "Whoa! This makes me feel like I'm still in rehabilitation." I got right up and sat in straight-back dining room chair. It felt wierd at first––and good at the same time, a crazy little indicator that I might actually be getting better. My feeling about recliners these days (and mine is sitting right over there staring at me) is use 'em if you must (they're great), but don't use 'em all day long if you no longer need to use them all day long.
Agreed, recliners sing a siren song and I love 'em for drooling naps, but hope they are not my final destination. I think of the Movie "What A Way To Go" 'when the dark angel perches on my shoulder and it lightens the load. There aint nothin' that gets you outta bed sooner at the long term rehab than an ice cold bed pan.
Agreed, recliners sing a siren song and I love 'em for drooling naps, but hope they are not my final destination. I think of the Movie "What A Way To Go" 'when the dark angel perches on my shoulder and it lightens the load. There aint nothin' that gets you outta bed sooner at the long term rehab than an ice cold bed pan.
"There aint nothin' that gets you outta bed sooner at the long term rehab than an ice cold bed pan."
Yup! Ain't that the truth!
For me, during the weeks I was lingering in rehab, it was "Bob," a man called Bob. Most every morning, just when I'd be thinking that awful "Oh, leave me alone!" thought, in would pop Bob: "Ready for the gym, Ray? Come on, Ray, up n' at 'em!"
For the weeks I was in rehab, "Bob" was my substitute ice cold bed pan.
Three sessions so far with my PT. The big spinning is mostly fixed.
There is still a lot of mild spinning, sometimes just from looking down or turning my head.
She is concerned that there may be something else causing this, so we're working on balance while watching for progress or not.
With walking stick I'm able to get a pretty good pace on flat roads. I'm learning to look straight ahead!
I went for a wood hike with my walking buddy, but had to turn back when the trail got too rocky.
At 75 this is not the worst possible adventure.
I'm lucky to have found a PT who is a neurological specialist.
I see the stroke patients in the waiting room and am filled with admiration for their courage to keep going.
I am 75 and had those same symptoms until a respiratory nurse told me to check my carbs. I was eating rice and potatoes daily just because I like those foods. I cut those out, along with potato chips and in less than 2 weeks those issues were gone, AND my asthma attacks decreased tremendously. I seldom use my rescue inhaler although I still must use my regular twice daily regular inhaler. Hope this helps.
I am 75 and had those same symptoms until a respiratory nurse told me to check my carbs. I was eating rice and potatoes daily just because I like those foods. I cut those out, along with potato chips and in less than 2 weeks those issues were gone, AND my asthma attacks decreased tremendously. I seldom use my rescue inhaler although I still must use my regular twice daily regular inhaler. Hope this helps.
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Old timer and Ray:
We do what we can and try what we can't. Just don't give up. I miss trail running and wildlife encounters (Except for copperheads and poison ivy) now it is drivers ignoring crosswalks and oblivious right turners on red. I tried machines and a couple of expensive gadgets but keeping it simple seems to work best. Slow motion 5ks, many reps with light dumbells (can't use a barbell because it takes two arms in coordination). just do! Tie my shoes (I break out in a sweat) Peel potatos! Feed the birds. Anything. The local race timers added an over 80 age group just so I wouldn't have to compete with runners 14 years younger than me.
Sounds like if we added one more to us we would make one hell of a relay.
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8 ReactionsThree sessions so far with my PT. The big spinning is mostly fixed.
There is still a lot of mild spinning, sometimes just from looking down or turning my head.
She is concerned that there may be something else causing this, so we're working on balance while watching for progress or not.
With walking stick I'm able to get a pretty good pace on flat roads. I'm learning to look straight ahead!
I went for a wood hike with my walking buddy, but had to turn back when the trail got too rocky.
At 75 this is not the worst possible adventure.
I'm lucky to have found a PT who is a neurological specialist.
I see the stroke patients in the waiting room and am filled with admiration for their courage to keep going.
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6 ReactionsYou have me laughing, slowrunner! I'd say let's meet at the starting line of the next citizens 10K. What the heck? If we're the only ones in our age category, we'll win a trophy no matter when we finish. Two hours later? The next day? Round about Thanksgiving? They'll have to wait for us, no matter! ––Ray
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5 ReactionsI'd rather die running than watching Jeopardy in a recliner.
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5 ReactionsHi, slowrunner
Having had to spend the better part of a year rehabbing in a recliner (not from PN but rom a sepsis infection), I've come to see recliners as both good and bad. They're good––in fact, they're unbeatable––when you need them, but after you've had to sit in one for months (as I did), they become a real temptation: you choose the recliner before other chairs (as I found myself doing) long after a recliner's ultra comfort is an all-day necessity. One day I looked down at myself all comfy in my recliner and thought, "Whoa! This makes me feel like I'm still in rehabilitation." I got right up and sat in straight-back dining room chair. It felt wierd at first––and good at the same time, a crazy little indicator that I might actually be getting better. My feeling about recliners these days (and mine is sitting right over there staring at me) is use 'em if you must (they're great), but don't use 'em all day long if you no longer need to use them all day long.
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5 ReactionsAgreed, recliners sing a siren song and I love 'em for drooling naps, but hope they are not my final destination. I think of the Movie "What A Way To Go" 'when the dark angel perches on my shoulder and it lightens the load. There aint nothin' that gets you outta bed sooner at the long term rehab than an ice cold bed pan.
"There aint nothin' that gets you outta bed sooner at the long term rehab than an ice cold bed pan."
Yup! Ain't that the truth!
For me, during the weeks I was lingering in rehab, it was "Bob," a man called Bob. Most every morning, just when I'd be thinking that awful "Oh, leave me alone!" thought, in would pop Bob: "Ready for the gym, Ray? Come on, Ray, up n' at 'em!"
For the weeks I was in rehab, "Bob" was my substitute ice cold bed pan.
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1 ReactionI am 75 and had those same symptoms until a respiratory nurse told me to check my carbs. I was eating rice and potatoes daily just because I like those foods. I cut those out, along with potato chips and in less than 2 weeks those issues were gone, AND my asthma attacks decreased tremendously. I seldom use my rescue inhaler although I still must use my regular twice daily regular inhaler. Hope this helps.
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1 ReactionI can cut out those foods. Carbs have been creeping up...which they always do.
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2 ReactionsI cut out my morning apple and stopped my cough and clearing of my throat.