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Friday Update: 03/09/07

Just a quickie…I was waiting to post about the hippotherapy visit because our initial visit was somewhat anti-climactic. Matt didn’t get to ride that day…and he won’t get to ride today either. The first visit we spent mostly just talking to the therapist, getting her up to speed on Matt and his rehab journey so far. She was very, very easy to talk to and Matt opened right up to her. I could see right away that he was at ease and felt comfortable with her…which was GREAT to see! She took her time asking HIM about things and getting to know him better. She did some preliminary testing of his strengths and weaknesses and gave us a tour of the place.

Matt’s therapy there is going to be two-pronged. He is going to spend part of the time riding and part of the time working in their wave pool. They have a really nice pool where he can work on balance and walking with even more resistance than in a traditional pool. They can turn on jets and create a current, something he hasn’t ever tried before and we are hopeful will give him the kind of feedback that will be beneficial for him. We looked at the arena and talked about how mounting and dismounting will work. I know it’s hard to envision and I will try to take some pictures to show when we get to that point.

Today the therapist said the horse they want to use with Matt isn’t ready. Unfortunately, do to Matt’s size they need a bigger horse. They have over 20 horses to choose from, but only a handful will work for Matt. The one they have in mind for Matt has been a little ‘frisky’, and after last week’s storm they haven’t been able to work with her as much. They plan to work with her everyday and hope that next Friday he can work with her. Today we will just get in the pool and do that work, which will also be good.

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