As a child and young adult I’ve always loved the water. I was on a swim team for four years when I was younger. My grandpa practically raised my brother and I on the lake skiing and tubing. On the day of my accident I experienced one of the most horrific things a person could imagine; drowning. It was the scariest moment of my life and will always be. Needless to say water and swimming is a touchy subject to me now. I have gone in water twice since my accident, both times I floated on a raft. As much as I put on a brave face and tell people “I’m fine” every time I see the water I have a playback of that day. I feel my body floating. I feel the waves sucking me in as I have to helplessly endure that terrible moment once again. I’ve been told by quite a few people that I need to get over my fear and move on. The best way in my mind to do that is by reconnecting with the water through therapy. If the water starts to help my recovery then maybe my memories in it will change for the better?
Next Friday I have an appointment at St. Joseph Provena Hospital (where I had my surgery and was hospitalized initially before starting inpatient rehab) to meet with the aquatic therapy director. They will be taking me on a tour and evaluating my therapy needs. Hopefully this will help a lot, I’m nervous but also excited to move onward with this subject and gain more confidence in the water once again.
God sometimes takes us into troubled waters, not to drown us, but to cleanse us.