My Christmas present to myself

Was a deliberate attack on my personal health.

I have MS, I’m in a chair,

But need to walk from here – to there,

Across my own room, around my home,

Not with help! Entirely alone.

So check on the net, “rehabilitation”

To find something suiting my situation.

Drugs and booze was all I could find,

I don’t do drugs, I DO like wine,

But neither were remotely right for me,

I need intense physiotherapy…

So in goes “neuro” and up comes a team

Devoted entirely to what I need.

Hobbs neuro-physio, stars one and all,

Take photos in order that I recall

Just how bad my posture at the start

To review each week, and I take heart,

From an upright stand, an elegant sit,

I feel better! I feel fit!

Disregard the spasms! Ignore the pain!

My body starts heeding instructions again!

A deep stretch here, a knee-bend there,

Hands on my legs or my “derrière”,

Core muscles engaged, I push through my thighs,

To stand, to sit, to mobilise.

I’m cooking on gas, a gal on a mission,

I’m feeling good, I’m in remission.

I’ll do every exercise asked of me

To make me looser, my muscles free…

All this to walk toward, stand and hug

Every one of those people I happen to love…