I could not walk to my room after PT. During the short van ride I shut my eyes and music bombarded me out of the speakers. I longed for a nap. My head was "full", I felt nausea despite the meclazine I take. My leg burned with an intensity the meds could not douse.

But I had a big grin and a light heart. Today therapist said I made real progress. I walked at a snail pace on the treadmill today. Cans on the conveyor belt at a grocery check out surely travel faster than I.

Then I played badmitten with a balloon. I stood,let go of ballet bar,wobbled to the side sometimes,but I never missed. I had to stop because breakfast threatened to return. I sat looking at spot on floor to make spinning floating feeling pass.

I pressed on to a bouncy ball to catch which is more predictable than a floaty zigzaggy baloon. That was more difficult than tossing the ball up. But it all left me seasick. Yet I did what I never thought I could do,pushed my limits. A bit too much as my vestibular system is still wanting quiet,dark,peace. And it just plain hurts my leg to take a breath.

I am so happy that she pointed out that I am now improved from when I first came in. The whole session seemed to be a bust as I felt I failed. I did not perform well enough for my expectations. I may do it,but I feel horrible,become debilitated afterwards. Are you sure this is real progress?

Maybe when I get a nerve block I may have less pain to deal with and can do more.