Monday, December 14, 2015
I Laugh To Keep From Crying
This back pain is teaching me all kinds of ways to be a contortionist. It's been a week today and I'm into cabin fever enough to write this silly entry. I dread going to bed because I know when I wake up I'm going to pay. Oh I have all the aids I can think of. A walker by my bed to steady myself with a short stool underneath to put my first brave foot on when I decide this is the time to face the devil. I wake thinking of all the things I should do today. The first move knocks me into reality so I lay a little longer contemplating if there is a new move I may try. I lean to the right just a little, so far so good. I clutch the mattress and the sheet slips, I'm in the throes of a spasm. I wait and wait. I must get out of this bed. I slide my hand just a little along the bed, not too much now. I transfer my hand over to the walker. I've learned to make some pretty scary faces and say some bad words. I put one foot down feeling for the little stool with my toe. I press down on the walker and kind of do a little jig getting myself into a standing position. Awww it feels so good to walk even if I look 100 years old. Would have been nice if John would have put the lid back on the Ketchup bottle. Down on my knees I gingerly fold with paper towels in hand. You may not see it but if you walk across the floor your feet make a slip slop noise as you walk and you stick, you will know it is there. I'm not writing this to make you feel sorry for me. This is a form of entertainment to keep from crawling back into bed to have to do all these movements again. Don't tell me to get an MRI or take this and do that. I have other health problems that limit me to what I can do. All I want is to ride on the country roads without pain when John hits a bump.