Short
blog tonight because all I would do is whine about my hip and back. Instead of
wallowing in my pity party, I’m taking some steps forward. Will have a nerve
conduction test on my legs tomorrow; will make arrangements to have another
osteopathic treatment; and will make a new physical therapy appointment at the
clinic where I went so successfully before.
Today
I reached the nadir of my self-pity. Hip hurt so badly I could barely walk,
lurching from one solid substance, like a table, to another, like a door frame.
Had to ask Jordan to get someone to bring Jacob home. But I know that’s no way
to live, and I won’t live like that forever. So I took some positive steps. By
this evening, my hip is better, which my brother tells me is just from moving
around. However he did agree that maybe I overdid it over the weekend—two grocery
stores and the hardware one day, and dinner for four the next. So today I
declined, with regret, lunch with two of my very favorite friends.
But
I’m moving forward, folks. Just watch my dust. And do you know how wonderful
leftover mushroom stroganoff tastes the next day? Oh my. Heavenly.
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