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Regarding physical therapy—I was actually assigned some spa treatments, but I had to decline them due to my current family situation. I’m flying solo right now with two small children because my ex—after about ten days in the hospital—refused to keep helping with childcare. So... instead, I’ve decided to get my PT done locally, over near the Mayo Clinic area.
I had my appointment with the physiatrist a few days ago, but honestly, I’m already up and walking—running errands, taking the kids to the park, cooking, cleaning, laundry, and yelling at the little ones whenever they track dirt inside (which, let's be honest, is every five seconds)... and so on. My recovery is actually moving quite fast, though I am slow. There are moments where this sensory ataxia just completely frustrates me. In those instances, what helps most is intentionally exaggerating the very movement I struggled to master. I’m taking B-complex and getting B12 via IV. My urine is fluorescent, by the way—but since I work in veterinary medicine, I know perfectly well that’s just the B vitamins doing their thing. I’m also on D3 and taking magnesium and calcium. I’ve been working on squats, push-ups, calf raises, crunches, and various Pilates-style movements. Or, I just use the exercise equipment at the local playground when I’m out with the kids. And that helps me SO much. My sensory issues are still up in the air, but my hands and feet are already far more flexible and sensitive than they were a month ago. I practice my gait first inside the house, then in the yard, and finally out on the street. It absolutely terrifies me—that feeling of insecurity is constant, like I’m a wobbly plank of wood—but I don't have a choice. Not with the kids depending on me... Stair climbing has also been a massive help. I can manage going up without holding onto anything now, but coming down is still a struggle. At least I’m not clinging to the handrail for dear life anymore...
I’m waiting to start PT and am hoping to take the kids to the coast in about a month. I really don't want to disappoint them; I promised them we'd go and even paid the deposit for the reservation before the Guillain-Barré syndrome hit...
My job is on hold indefinitely (I'm self-employed), so that—combined with the kids—is a huge reason why I am pushing myself to recover as quickly as possible.
And, despite facing daily frustrations and a lack of understanding from people around me, I am profoundly grateful for the progress I've made so far. Honestly, I think I’ve done incredibly well!
To anyone else in a similar boat, I say this: do not give up. Give it everything you've got and believe in yourself! Exercise whenever you possibly can, and set new limits for yourself every single day! But—and this is crucial—listen to your body. When it becomes too much, stop!
The one thing weighing on my mind is—what if I catch another bug from the kids? Has anyone here dealt with something similar? Am I even allowed to risk catching a virus, or COVID, or something else, without the danger of a relapse?
I don't know how to feel about it. I caught Varicella-Guillain-Barré from the kids, but I only had three spots (one on my chin and two on my torso), no fever (well, I think not, since I barely had time to check given they were constantly crying and running around), and it all seemed very mild... or so I thought at the time.
I also breezed through COVID by basically walking around like a hermit and avoiding any contact with the rest of humanity...
As for the flu my oldest son had, it felt like I didn't even catch it, even though he slept next to me for ten days with a 102+ fever and ended up in the pediatric ward...
Yet, somehow, about two or three weeks after the Varicella-Guillain-Barré...
So, that is my experience—the doubts, the uncertainty... I'm sharing it in case it helps anyone else... 🙂
I had my appointment with the physiatrist a few days ago, but honestly, I’m already up and walking—running errands, taking the kids to the park, cooking, cleaning, laundry, and yelling at the little ones whenever they track dirt inside (which, let's be honest, is every five seconds)... and so on. My recovery is actually moving quite fast, though I am slow. There are moments where this sensory ataxia just completely frustrates me. In those instances, what helps most is intentionally exaggerating the very movement I struggled to master. I’m taking B-complex and getting B12 via IV. My urine is fluorescent, by the way—but since I work in veterinary medicine, I know perfectly well that’s just the B vitamins doing their thing. I’m also on D3 and taking magnesium and calcium. I’ve been working on squats, push-ups, calf raises, crunches, and various Pilates-style movements. Or, I just use the exercise equipment at the local playground when I’m out with the kids. And that helps me SO much. My sensory issues are still up in the air, but my hands and feet are already far more flexible and sensitive than they were a month ago. I practice my gait first inside the house, then in the yard, and finally out on the street. It absolutely terrifies me—that feeling of insecurity is constant, like I’m a wobbly plank of wood—but I don't have a choice. Not with the kids depending on me... Stair climbing has also been a massive help. I can manage going up without holding onto anything now, but coming down is still a struggle. At least I’m not clinging to the handrail for dear life anymore...
I’m waiting to start PT and am hoping to take the kids to the coast in about a month. I really don't want to disappoint them; I promised them we'd go and even paid the deposit for the reservation before the Guillain-Barré syndrome hit...
My job is on hold indefinitely (I'm self-employed), so that—combined with the kids—is a huge reason why I am pushing myself to recover as quickly as possible.
And, despite facing daily frustrations and a lack of understanding from people around me, I am profoundly grateful for the progress I've made so far. Honestly, I think I’ve done incredibly well!
To anyone else in a similar boat, I say this: do not give up. Give it everything you've got and believe in yourself! Exercise whenever you possibly can, and set new limits for yourself every single day! But—and this is crucial—listen to your body. When it becomes too much, stop!
The one thing weighing on my mind is—what if I catch another bug from the kids? Has anyone here dealt with something similar? Am I even allowed to risk catching a virus, or COVID, or something else, without the danger of a relapse?
I don't know how to feel about it. I caught Varicella-Guillain-Barré from the kids, but I only had three spots (one on my chin and two on my torso), no fever (well, I think not, since I barely had time to check given they were constantly crying and running around), and it all seemed very mild... or so I thought at the time.
I also breezed through COVID by basically walking around like a hermit and avoiding any contact with the rest of humanity...
As for the flu my oldest son had, it felt like I didn't even catch it, even though he slept next to me for ten days with a 102+ fever and ended up in the pediatric ward...
Yet, somehow, about two or three weeks after the Varicella-Guillain-Barré...
So, that is my experience—the doubts, the uncertainty... I'm sharing it in case it helps anyone else... 🙂