For almost four weeks now, I have been in constant pain.
On a scale of 1 to 10, sometimes it is only a 1 or 2, but other times it is an 8 or 9.
Since beginning physical therapy 2 weeks ago,
every morning and every night I have faithfully done the prescribed exercises
intended to strengthen my core, with the hopes of keeping my issue under control.
There have been days I could barely do more than drag my right leg as I tried to move from place to place.
The therapy is helping, but I usually pay the price the next day following a good therapy session.
It is sheer determination and knowing that “this too shall pass” that has kept me going.
One of my favorite accessories these days is my ice pack.
It has been that thing that has reduced the swelling in the muscles enough for me to function.
Now that I am slowly improving, a tennis ball has been recommended as a means to
get to the muscles that are so hard to reach.
If you’ve ever experienced what I am experiencing, then you understand
the love-hate relationship one can have with a tennis ball!
You’ve heard the saying “No pain, no gain.”
It has been a tough month.
My problem started on the day before my 60th birthday and continues to this day.
60 was supposed to be the new 40, but since I’ve not had a pain-free day since
turning the ripe age of 60, it’s feeling more like 70 to me!!!!
Just so you know, I have actually done some productive things during this time.
It hasn’t been a complete shut-down!
I’ve taught Bible study 2 times a week, but I’ve had to sit to do it
and I’ve sewn new draperies for my daughter’s dining room.
I know you’re wondering how I could sew, but I did.
It was on the better days and they were actually pretty simple.
(To add to the list, the heater/ac in my upstairs bonus room died
and my sewing machine is on it’s very last leg.
When it rains, it pours!)
I’ve been able to attend church, meet some friends for lunch,
and shop with my sister for some supplies for her latest project.
My sister and I consider it practicing for that time when “old age” officially sets in.
On our outings, I used Daddy’s cane and then his walker so I would have a seat at my disposal
and she even pushed me in a wheelchair to make a purchase in Lowe’s.
I have been picked up and dropped off as close as possible to my destinations.
I’d love to say that I’ve enjoyed the extra attention,
but being the independent gal I am, it’s been HARD!
But I’ve been reminded of how much I am loved.
My daddy has pulled my newspaper out of the box and brought it to my door multiple times.
He has picked me up for Bible study and carried my stool inside for me.
I receive calls and texts daily from my family to check on my progress.
My daughter has found alternatives so I wouldn’t have to drag out so early to help with the children.
My sister has taken my place a several times as sitter for my grandkids.
And many, many of you have poured out prayers on my behalf.
Sometimes, God brings us to a place that forces us to stop and look around;
a time to be still and know that He is God;
a time to see that we truly are loved.
I am not thankful for the pain, but I am thankful for the good things that have come out of it.
Nothing is wasted if we learn from it!
Keep praying. I am ready to get back to my full life.
Lots of love, Sharon