Wednesday, November 28, 2007, 05:35 AM [
General]
Ok, now that I've broken the ice on the whole blog thing I'm going to dig back through the Google Groups archives and look my any amputee tirades I may have posted which might be useful here. Here's one I found from over two years ago from a discussion about what a new amputee might expect for the rest of their life...
I know a lot of amputees who lead pretty normal lives. Unless you have
a bad fit or some other problem complicating a good fit, you really
should not be in much pain. Believe me, I have my bad days but for the
most part I am normal. There are a lot of people who never know that I
am an amputee until they see me in shorts or if I move in such a way
that my prosthesis dictates and is therefore unnatural.
I am about as active as many of my biped friends. Heck, I'm just
trying to keep up. :)
One thing I discovered when I became an amputee. I was expected to act
as one. I was told to go to physical therapy. I did not.
Lets think about this for a sec. A baby learns to walk by instinct
but with no prior experience, even before it can speak any real
language. Why is it that we as experienced walkers need some other
person to teach us to walk, especially if the therapist is not an
amputee?
I was told about a local amputee support group. I could not stand it
after two meetings. I would have slipped into depression had I
continued to go.
I think that if we are led to believe that life as we know it is over
with then it will become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Not me! I am going to keep going until I cannot go any more.
I do think that every amputee who does not have additional
complications is quite capable of doing just as much if not more. I
see those who run. I've never done that because I'm too afraid of
tripping and getting injured. But the day that I start acting like a
disabled person is the day that I give up on myself because I am more
able bodied than many people with real disabilities and those people
would probably give anything to be in my shoe...pun intended.
I've always said that a good fit is the single most important factor
in getting back to a normal life. Fortunately I have that.