I tried to do replies to my last post and to put up a fresh post this morning, but our internet link went wacko. So, sorry about that. I'll get to replies after this, hopefully.
I'm doing pretty well. Still pain, of course. Still tiring easy. Stuff like that. But ... LAST Wednesday I was groggy, nauseated, and the patterns on the tile on the wall slid around. Today ... I'm definitely okay. The naps do help chop the day into small pieces that go away rather quickly. After one nap, I went right back to the recliner and picked up my book for almost an hour with absolutely NO tickle of guilt whatsoever. (I think I might be getting the hang of this "invalid" thing.")
*"I am NOT an invalid!" The inner 20-something insists, stamping her right foot which immediately sends pain shooting across her heel, up her calf, even down through her thigh, and somehow lodges in her chest. "Drat! That hurts," she whimpers as she snuggles her heart pillow to her chest and pouts. "I don't WANNA be an invalid. I wanna be young and strong again." *
Not that I'm not suffering some ... uh ... inner turmoil. But we'll work things out between us. We'll heal and--although we won't be young again--much of our strength will return.
Hey! Anybody familiar with the Kurt Russel film "Big Trouble in Little China"? I recommend it for a fun romp. Anyway ... remember when Thunder gets totally pissed off and starts to swell? His feet? Check these out:
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