Today I left the house wearing two real shoes for the first time in weeks. In fact it was the first time I had plans to get out of the car and go into a store in an equally long time.
It isn't that I am no longer in pain, but the pain is doable if I am very careful and don't over do it.
I went to a drive through and ordered cheese curds and a drink, then drove to my favorite little park. There I pulled up under the shade of a huge old tree and ate my lunch while I drank in the nature around me. I needed this!
This past week was a blur of bad television and sleeping. It got to be a challenge to know what I had even done when I was awake. At my age it could be the beginning of senility. A senility brought on by bad medical practices and unmanageable pain that made every step an agony. Add depression to that and you have a recipe for the end.
Now, after being able to at least sit in the park in my car, then buy some gift bags for my granddaughter's birthday tomorrow, I feel like a new person.
Last night the Doors, The End, ran over and over through my mind. Today I am back in the sunlight wondering how I ever stepped out of it.
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