Waking at four after being up till 12 A,M, (reading that great murder mystery)with that throbbing stiff pain-wowow owie, stretching and stretching to ease the pain-popping a Davorcet, totally wake now but 4 hours sleep isn't enuff, knowing this will mess up my sleep rhythm.
It does seem like one step forward-two steps back, Finally got back to sleep around 8 A.M., sister called three times around ten-eleven in a panic-thinking i am stranded, fallen like a gold fish flipped out of the aquarium.
I finally wake enuff to answer the phone grouchy. Man am I ever out of sorts today. This is evil Sue at her best. It's a wonder I have any friends or family left to talk to.
So getting into the groove with my stretches and PT routine. I spent most of the day yesterday walking without the cane, knowing that there would be painful consequences. Jest a little too big for my own britches is what my grandma would say.
Was so happy yesterday evening, my friend Dawn came over with home-cooked food and her big strong son Josh,to mow my grass.
It was so grand. Dawn and I sat on the patio and I played with the non spitting frog (from my pond)as Josh mowed in the sweltering July heat.
It was such joy to see my footpath again and the edges of flowerbeds and the itty bitty plastic pond. I am still amazed at the kindness and Christ like-ness of the people I have for friends.
Rushing, Rushing, Rushing... But with school approaching in just three weeks, I feel pressure to get walking normally quicker and quicker, not like this...still like a ship rolling in the waves, having to concentrate on each step-making sure to do "heel to toe".
We are so lazy in our walk-never noticing how our feet fall so naturally and effortlessly to the ground and up again to propel us through space, yet one more thing to appreciate about the incredible way that God designed us.
Yes, I am evil at times but I do know that God still loves me and hasn't given up on me yet. And altho grumpy, I am so grateful that there are people that care enuff to call and make sure that I'm not flopping around on the floor helplessly waving my cane.
Thank you Barbara.
Thank you Dawn.
Thank you Josh.
No comments:
Post a Comment