Enjoying the roller coaster

Enjoying the roller coaster
– Ride on!

Last week was convo time (convocation – the hospital calls it that). I received a certificate, marking my official completion of a gym program.

But I refused to call it rehab, no, no, no.

I saw it as a program of workouts and activities toward new normals. I’d just call it a gym program.

A fellow bypass surgery survivor had advised me to follow the hospital’s rehab program as he did (“Look at me now,” he said), and I religiously took his advice.

I reframed physiotherapy as (physical) heart strength normalisation, parallelly with (spiritual) heart purification.

Nothing to “heal.” I wasn’t broken. I’m not broken.

I relabelled speech therapy as vocal training. The vocal coach (okay, she calls herself speech therapist) told me her clients (she calls them patients) includes professors wanting to deliver more impactful lectures and imams who want to recite the Quran better.

I enjoyed occupational therapy as a trial exam for work performance! Cooking was so much fun – see the video.

Recovery is not recovery then.

I enjoy roller coaster rides at theme parks, so I might as well see ups and downs as normal fun rides.

Alhamdulillah.