When I awoke this morning I was hoping for a sunny day so I could take my two year old to the park. This has been my daily exercise the last couple of days.
I confess I am enjoying our walks and park trips almost as much as she is. When she saw a bird pulling a worm out of the ground and then swallow it whole she giggled and then imitated it for the next five minutes or so. She saw a caterpillar she proudly called a worm, and when I put a rolly polly in her hand I showed her how if she touched it that it would turn itself into a ball. She was delighted as balls are one of her most prized toys. The next day she showed me more rocks and said balls, balls Mommy. She had remembered we had found the "balls" under a rock the day before.
A butterfly flying enchanted her as it danced through the air. Then I pushed her on the swings until my arms wore out, and then went down the slide with her as she squealed: "Wee". Then after about ten minutes of that we walked home which was three blocks away.
Then today even though I was hurting I made myself go grocery shopping at Walmart and Costco. It was one of those days I am glad my nine year old came along because he wanted to spend time with me. What a champ he was! Thanks Ben.
I am now in so much pain even my fingers are sore. So why am I typing this out? Because I want people to see just how easy it is to overdo it. We can feel we are doing fine one minute, and then BAM! in the next be in the shape I am in now. My days now consist of outright agony like now, or okay I really hurt and it's really bad, but I have to find a way to get through this.
On a more positive note my husband and primary care doctor may have finally found a pain specialist who takes our insurance. I pray this doctor gives me something for pain and that we will be able to afford it.
I just had a call from my dad. He calls me every Saturday evening. Just hearing his voice can lift my spirits. I love that man more than he will ever know. When the day comes that the good Lord calls him home I will be a total mess. He was and still is one of my dearest friends.
Here he is on his wedding day to my step mom. Her name is Leona. She has brought him much happiness after the death of my mother. He was married to my mother for forty three years. This woman loves me like a mother would, and so I in return call her Mom.
Until next time God bless,
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