So I am just starting to walk again.
My doctor made Physical Therapy sound optional, but given that I’m already in physical therapy for abdominal issues, I’m hardly going to skip making sure that my feet will be okay for years to come. It’s no surprise that my physical therapist observed that I am really, really strong, but have little flexibility. Labor that involves restraining animals and lifting heavy loads will do that. This is a good time for me to focus on my overall body capabilities so that I start farming again at the top of my game.
I am just starting to walk comfortably into the barn and out of it. Without good control of the ball of my foot and my big toe, I have to take it easy. I am not confident that I’m going to be able to control the clutch of the tractor sufficiently, so I am holding back on doing tractor work for the time being.
Matt has done a fabulous job with the sheep. It almost seems like a boon – he’s developed his own handling habits and ability to evaluate the sheep. Without me to help, he’s harnessed his own observational skills and grown his confidence. I can’t thank Matt enough for managing everything while I’ve been on the couch.
The sheep also recognize Matt’s work, as they now run to him first for petting and attention. I don’t think I’m a stranger in their eyes, but I can hear the “where have you BEEN” in the way the sheep respond to me. I wish I could go headlong into handling them and feeding them again, but I have to be very cautious that I don’t twist my ankle or get my foot stomped. I am still fragile, and it stinks.
Some scenes from the barn, now that I’m back in it: