Rambling Rows

Yes, I know they’re tulips. Following are some more of the stand alone thoughts that are in my head, not one worthy of a full post on its own.

Good news! I am walking. It’s going pretty well. Of course, I want it to happen quickly, but I can feel that I overdid things yesterday. I tried to prolong my time on my feet by adding tasks to my regular trips to the kitchen or bathroom. I was figuring in my head how long it’s been since doc gave me to go-ahead for weightbearing. I thought it was almost two weeks ago, but then I remembered the date of that appointment was 4/14 and realized on 4/19 that it had only been five days. Five days. Again, I gotta slow down and take care of myself. Taking it easy today, for sure.

The focus on progressing the functionality of my foot with the balance and pain issues is backed by fibro. My ribs have hurt for a few days now, making it very uncomfortable to breathe or sit up for long. Back, abdominal, shoulder, neck, and head pain are present in varying degrees of frequency and intensity. Another current symptom is vertigo but only if I look to the left. Thank goodness it’s not full screen.

Celebration of our 30th anniversary had to be postponed and downsized because of my broken ankle. The actual date is 2/29/92 so we’re used to marking the event on days that aren’t really our date on the three years between Leap Years. After I got the nod to begin walking, wearing the boot and using a cane, we went out to dinner at a nice place nearby. I did it! I went out to eat. This is quite the accomplishment because fibro makes it difficult to do anything in the evening. I made it through and then it felt soooo good to lie down.

Later this afternoon, my husband will be on a plane to California for a week. Together he and his mom will be going through the inside of her home, clearing out things she can donate or those that are beyond their use. The plan is to move her here before winter. To the room across the hall. With her dog and cat. The animals are certainly not optional. They’re not regular pets. They were both animals loving and living with my sister-in=law who died from ALS three years ago. Moving forward, demolition will be starting on my bathroom when this trip to California concludes. Meanwhile, I continue working with my counselor on ACT therapy (acceptance and commitment) and my new mantra, “There is no need for fight or flight.” I breathe.