On the next episode of Hoarding: Buried Alive…
We were at GWH recently and P2 commandeered the donut holes Ruthie had gotten for the kids. He wasn’t eating them all – he just insisted on holding them.
The first time I walked on a treadmill without a harness was early on at The Place when I had just become an outpatient. My compassionate PT, P (this was before I had been paired with A6), stood next to me and said encouragingly, Look at all the calories you’re burning! The total was 14. PS. I thought I was gonna die. She then reconsidered upon studying my early post-inpatient frame and commented, We need to feed you a doughnut or something! Yeah, the time for doughnuts has passed.
About a month ago Coach R noticed my left hand jumping around wildly when I tried to give myself some flat-handed support with it. He does this thing where he drags two treatment tables together and pretends they’re parallel bars. This is so I feel “safe” so there’s no reason for me not to do what he says apart from sheer obstinacy. So when I tried to rest my left hand on the table it was hopping around which didn’t help my form. So Coach R resurrected the idea of Theraputty and cut me a nice new chunk to take home.
I haven’t played with Theraputty in eons but now I’m obsessed with it since I really want to work on my left hand – hence all the carrying books, coloring with my left hand, etc. I carry it in my purse and squeeze it whenever I’m in the car. One exercise is to make a small doughnut and then stretch it out like this:
I asked Coach R, When’s the last time you had a doughnut? Sadly, he had no recollection. I had a bagel yesterday, he offered hopefully.
A bagel, while similar in that it has a hole in the middle, is not a doughnut.
Coach R gets an A for effort.