I’ve been usurped
I’ve been usurped by a goat. I really don’t know what to think. Dad seems to have found a goat that he wants to bring home. Fortunately, the goat lives at the zoo in Goldau and I think they’d miss the goat. I suppose I should look on the bright side and be glad he didn’t want to bring home one of the bears or the wolves.
This time, I didn’t accidentally go to the zoo with them. I sat in the car while they went. I didn’t mind as I’d had a good long walk in the morning.
My Mountain
In the morning we’d gone up to my mountain, but instead of walking up on the Raten, we went up through the woods to St Jost. Mum found the uphill part hard work. Oddly, I realised just how much stronger I’m feeling. If I’m being honest, I don’t think I’ve been as strong as this for getting on for two years – since before my sarcoma operation.
Exercise plan
As we walked, Mum and I talked about my ongoing rehabilitation. I’m actually a little tired from the amount of walking I’m doing and do need some rest time, but I am ready to be doing longer walks. We are going to start with longer walks every other day and then rest days in between when I don’t do so much. I’ll have hydrotherapy once a week for eight weeks and then go down to once a fortnight. After a few weeks then I’ll only get a quiet day every third day, as long as I’m ok.
We’ll include some walks through towns too, so that I can build up my confidence with crowds and traffic. I don’t suppose I’ll ever feel quite as I did when I was young and fearless, but I can try.
Love
Wilma
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