As some of you know, I have a fear of leaving my home alone. I can do it if my husband (or anyone else) is with me, and for the past 3 weeks or so I’ve been walking the dog around the block for his mid-day walk. More recently I even took the train by myself! Since the week of mistakenly taking a lower dose of my antidepressant (see here), I’ve had a setback. The fear has returned.
But now I have a reason to go out alone: physical therapy, which is now part of my self-care. The tendinitis in my elbow, which began when I learned how to crochet about 1-1/2 years ago and has hurt on and off since, is acting up. I tried acupuncture first, but it didn’t help. The pain was so bad that the cortisone shot my doctor gave me a month ago didn’t work. Neither did the oral anti-inflammatory and muscle relaxer. If anything, the pain is worse. I saw my doctor yesterday, and he said the next step is physical therapy.
Luckily, there’s a physical therapy office about 3 blocks from my house, which is a short walk. I went for my first appointment this past Friday, and my husband walked with me. But, I walked home alone!
I have to go 2x/week for the next 4 weeks at least, and I’ve already scheduled my future appointments. They’re on Monday and Thursday afternoons. I think it’ll be easier for me to leave the house alone if I’m on a schedule. I thrive on schedules and routine. I can do this!
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