Frustrations of relearning to walk

You know the problem with relearning to walk after 11 years bedridden with a broken spine? (spine is still broken, but nerves are starting to be usable again, so I’m regaining movement) It exhausts me to do anything.

Apparently (according to my doctor) limited mobility for over a decade, weakened my lungs, and so when I try to go outside and walk my dog, it puts so much exertion on my lungs, that it is hard to breath, which in turn causes me to not be able to walk more than 50 feet without my lungs clamping up from too much exertion. So, now I have yet another issue.

I need to get up each day to try to walk for a few minutes to get my legs working again, but it’s stressing my lungs to do so, so I now need to get my lung muscles stronger as well.

Worst part is, I can not walk my dog every day, because walking him just around the block once, shuts my lungs down for 3 to 4 days. I tried taking him to Clifford Park yesterday, and now today my lungs are hurting so bad I can not even sit up in bed. Very frustrating.

Clifford Park, Maine, April 20, 2024, photo by Wendy Christine Allen

Old Orchard Beach & Biddeford, Maine, USA
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