Lat week I found myself having brief moments of clarity: I could focus on details, I had no drunken feelings, I was not dizzy. These moments quickly passed, yet they were there. These past two days, the brief moments lengthened into minutes, perhaps 15. And today, I saw a couple of good hours before my head went bad again and my body felt very tired. There is progress.
This new found consciousness had lead me to having more positive energy. I never was negative but I went through a lot of my paces with a certain amount of perfunctoriness, though diligently. I am now taking up chores and projects with enthusiasm. I just have to remember to not over do it.
Those of you who know me well can testify that I am a work horse.I have had the energy of a thoroughbred and I work 'till I drop. The problem these days is that I dropped a lot sooner than I used to. I need to relearn some old lessons:" Don't push so hard." If I push too much the next day, I am good for nothing but rest. And I am not talking much here. It started with a simple walk to the garden! Of course now I can actually do odds and ends there, so there has been a reward to pushing a bit. Still, I do not like having to sit in an armchair the next day doing facebook, emails, games, and watching TV.
One day last week I complained of my stove being unlevel. The oil in a pan always ends up on one side. No point having cadillac of a stove (five feet long - a Wolf stove for those who are familiar). So Peter took it up upon himself to do the job after 10 years of complaints. No so easy. The stove weighs some 500lbs. It rests on six adjustable legs. So if one side is too low, you raise the far end on a diagonal. No. There are four other legs. The back legs are not easily reached so I suggested moving one of the cabinets next to it. My cabinets are movable. This one could move three feet to the side but not forward. Job done. Now, it is out three feet and we have its previous floor space free to climb into. What do I see? Ten years of cob webs, cat hair, and who knows what else. I get some paper towels and cleaning product, climb over the couch to get to the spot(!), and am standing there. I need to crouch to do the job. No problem I go down easily enough. I encounter some difficulty turning myself around down there, cursing at my disability; but I manage to do a good enough job before hubby takes over the job of working on the back leg. I suddenly realize I am very tired. Mind you it is 8:00PM and I usually am resting by then. I also realize I cannot get up! My inner core has turned to jello! Finally after several pathetic attempts I manage to get up and climb back over the sofa. Lesson relearned: "Be mindful of your limitations."
And it is time to suck in that matronly belly again. No more jello!
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