So far my ‘physical therapy’ has included sitting up, standing up and gradually increasing normal everyday activities.
Sitting in a chair with my feet on the floor whilst eating is exercise. Making a cup of tea is exercise. Standing still makes my heart feel like it’s rumbling off into the distance.
At the end of last year, I assumed that conventional exercise may help rid me of my POTS – after extensive online research.
So I asked my osteopath for exercises I could be doing. And he told me:
Until you can do daily life; slowly increasing your movement is progress enough.
When I asked a nurse at the specialist’s office the same thing. She suggested I sat up and stood more if I could.
“If you can sit and stand without losing consciousness, try and sit or stand every few hours”.
This is probably the best and most simple advice I have received so far.
And I have been making progress. Marked by me finding myself doing things, that I thought I may never do again.
This week I started something I have dubbed ‘physio’. It’s just trying to bake something, with lots of breaks, rest and fluids.
Like a form of gentle interval training. I put something together, sit whilst it’s in the oven, and stand again to get it out.
This coming year I would love to start a gentle exercise programme and, having practiced meditation and Yoga before, I know will be having to start gently, with floor work only.
My biggest challenge will probably be being mindful not to push myself too hard.
I will be tracking my progress, as well as my daily ‘exercise’ routine on here, just as soon as I start doing something a little bit more exciting than brushing my teeth standing up and putting my fucking socks on.
Until then, I’ll be trying to sit up without beating myself up.