We are getting to the point now that any general movement-this includes walking, breathing, or sitting down- is feeling like an effort. My left side is starting to complain a little bit (that worries me a little. What if the left side gets as bad as the right?)
Oh, public of mine, I am moving through a vat of custard. Molasses. Some sticky, viscous substance.
When you're stiff like I am now, every movement takes twice or three times as much effort. Everything feels like you're battling gravity to just MOVE your hand or your arm or even to stand up. With me it's frustrating because I'm still not used to, well, life on the "slow path." I don't like moving at a snail's pace. I don't like not being able to get where I want to be at the speed I want to be at.
This poses a problem-my personality and my brain are going at least 5 or 6 times faster than the rest of me. My 'engine' is about to leap out of my 'hood.'
My pain's pretty well under control. I'm taking more pills in the morning (4 ibuprofen) because it's harder to get going in the morning without a high dose and I have to be paying attention in class instead of focusing on how I should be sitting so I can be comfortable in the stupid desk. Then I drop the dose for the rest of the day so I can feel my limitations but I don't need the high dose to focus on anything truly important. Two keeps me at least at a thinking level.
I think, for the time being, that besides the frustration I'm feeling, I am handling this rather well.
Unless it rains.
They fixed my windows! Came in and did it while I snacked on strawberries in the corner. Now if they would just finish their little smoke alarm and light problem life would be so perfect.
Not much else going on. Taking this a day at a time.
Ta,
Bec
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