Apparently, I have not started my Christmas rehab soon enough for my housecleaner. I still believe they have too much time on their hands as the last couple of visits they have explored and found holiday items to display. Is it too much to want to determine my own schedule for holiday change-outs? I only have so many door wreaths and a specific date for replacement. A new door wreath signals the seasonal transition of door-bathroom-dining room with specific objects for each, right down to the tablecloth. Retired people have their rituals. I have broken their habit of putting things in different places. Odd how one little thing out of it's usual dusty spot makes me anxious. Although I am not a fanatic about it, nor am I married to my house, I do enjoy my little decorating whimsey which does not need once a month transients disturbing the symmetry. I expect to see elves on the shelves after they've dusted at some point, but at least they don't get into the booze. Though placement after inebriation could be fun.
In the hapless journey to better living through chemistry I went for a second shot. No sedation just point and stab. Regrettably, this one went deeper and longer than the last one. However, my curling fingers on the table were the only indicator that I was writhing in pain and two strokes away from drop kicking Dr. Demento across the room. Through gritted teeth I told him we had to stop meeting this way to everyone's amusement. Of course it's always fun and games until someone gets a derriere full of steroids. Some improvement, but so far standing and walking long distances is elusive. Fortunately, the new knee is working which has become a minor player in this scenario. I do miss shopping and have become an online consumer of late.
When dealing with a handicap, one has to get creative on errands, parking and socializing plus I am definitely less judgmental of folks sporting their "wheelie" card (handicap sticker). Convenient drop-off points and finding something to lean on have become increasingly important to my mobility. My strength of will is outmatched by the spinal stenosis, but I keep pushing. I hate to be told no. Which begs the question; is it counter-productive to push past a certain point or is one just building endurance?
I am no athlete but watching Tiger Woods come back and play golf after his horrendous accident (plus millions in medical and rehab) and Aaron Rogers tearing his Achilles tendon and back at practice a few months later (though probably won't play) how much is mental? There is no question that talent lies in the mind and heart which explains how so many athletes can perform even after injury. The assumption of 100% recovery also plays a role as I found out at my six-week check-up for my knee. My recovery has earned me no rechecks for a year, though they normally check their work after six months. Failure was not an option, though I wondered those first couple of weeks as I complained and whined (WINED) through all my physical therapy. But I had too many examples of good recovery and support from friends and family as well to think otherwise.
Isn't it funny that as you get older no one asks you what your favorite dinosaur is anymore? That is the calling card of every little person whose fascination with big scary beasts I find puzzling. Apparently they are less frightening than what lurks under the bed.- whom I believe never really go away actually. Just a warm, or cold, body to share the insomnia. Peace out....💚 💙💛
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