I've spent a few months in the Land of Infirmity, meeting a grumpier limpier version of myself. It's not pretty.
Carlene always says, "Everything is tuition"--and I can vouch for it. Chronic pain teaches patience on good days and accepting emotional outbursts on other days.
On Friday, I got two steroid shots in each foot. Because I'm a chicken and because friends told me the horrors of needles in the feet, I opted to sleep during the procedure. The outcome is iffy.
On Saturday morning, I walked Luci, cleaned the pollen-encrusted porch, and rearranged a bit of furniture.
On Sunday, I had a meltdown. I cried and considered moving to another country, the Land of Infirmity enough already!
Monday was a respite from ups and downs--an easy day in which I dared to believe the needles had injected magic after all.
Today, the roller coaster dipped again.
So what's the lesson? I will let you know. At the moment, I'm collecting travel brochures.
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