I am so glad you got out a were able to walk for a half hour. I am still recovering from foot surgery so I am striving to work up to a half hour of walking. Planned activities help me get through my day. It’s the long stretches with no plans that I find the most challenging.
Hi Barbara. I recently watched a YouTube video from a Buddhist Rinpoche that having a daily routine helps ease feelings of uselessness; or something like that.
Very interesting day….. I am so sorry that this is one of the chapters your life must face. That said, I think the best part of your day should be called the dessert portion, that’s because you got it up you had a shower, which makes you feel so much better. You, Shelby and handsome old Bobby all went to the outdoors where life was good. I can only imagine that lying in bed is like trying to see over the hedge and the days you can’t they can be miserable. But today finally got up and got out. I can identify with it, but certainly not as bad as yours because my mornings are really slow and tough for me. I perk up in the afternoon and can move better and that’s my dessert too anyway have a wonderful evening
Ah HA! Proof that wherever we find ourselves, this too will change. We are changing every day. I suspect that is so when we leave the body we'll have some really good stories to tell our loved ones on the other side of the veil. Personally, I find the change concept better than being bored to death....with no good stories to share. Personally Ginni, I think you are a super-star and you are rocking this process. I'm so proud of you, and what you continue to share even in your pain.
Oh Ginni…you did too Ace the test. Here you are on the other side, not curled into immobility. You are showered, dressed and walking outside and you have shared the reality of recovery with people who love you. That's not a failure. That's determination, resolve and will to live, to regain what was lost, one step at a time. Keep it up.
This was so thoughtfully written Ginni. No matter how strong we are, we are all vulnerable to becoming overwhelmed at times. Coming back, as you did today, shows just how strong you are. Congratulations! :)
No "BLT" after spine surgery was indeed tough and losing my muscle strength even tougher. But as my Physical Therapist reminded me, 'the body wants to heal'. To me, that meant just get out of the way, do the things that provide healing support, and let the body do what it does best.
Also, I'd read a good book "This is Body Grief: Making Peace with the Loss That Comes with Living in a Body by Jayne Mattingly. It helped me to acknowledge that I was grieving for the body that doesn't and maybe won't work as well as before. And yes, yell and cry when you feel like it - the grief is real - and expressing all the feelings helps the healing process too. (IMO) <3
This too will pass. During my surgeries, my light at the end of the tunnel was my garden. And into the garden I go to lose my mind and find my soul. Works every time. Hugs.
I am so glad you got out a were able to walk for a half hour. I am still recovering from foot surgery so I am striving to work up to a half hour of walking. Planned activities help me get through my day. It’s the long stretches with no plans that I find the most challenging.
Hi Barbara. I recently watched a YouTube video from a Buddhist Rinpoche that having a daily routine helps ease feelings of uselessness; or something like that.
Very interesting day….. I am so sorry that this is one of the chapters your life must face. That said, I think the best part of your day should be called the dessert portion, that’s because you got it up you had a shower, which makes you feel so much better. You, Shelby and handsome old Bobby all went to the outdoors where life was good. I can only imagine that lying in bed is like trying to see over the hedge and the days you can’t they can be miserable. But today finally got up and got out. I can identify with it, but certainly not as bad as yours because my mornings are really slow and tough for me. I perk up in the afternoon and can move better and that’s my dessert too anyway have a wonderful evening
Ah HA! Proof that wherever we find ourselves, this too will change. We are changing every day. I suspect that is so when we leave the body we'll have some really good stories to tell our loved ones on the other side of the veil. Personally, I find the change concept better than being bored to death....with no good stories to share. Personally Ginni, I think you are a super-star and you are rocking this process. I'm so proud of you, and what you continue to share even in your pain.
Blessings to you, samantha
Oh Ginni…you did too Ace the test. Here you are on the other side, not curled into immobility. You are showered, dressed and walking outside and you have shared the reality of recovery with people who love you. That's not a failure. That's determination, resolve and will to live, to regain what was lost, one step at a time. Keep it up.
This was so thoughtfully written Ginni. No matter how strong we are, we are all vulnerable to becoming overwhelmed at times. Coming back, as you did today, shows just how strong you are. Congratulations! :)
No "BLT" after spine surgery was indeed tough and losing my muscle strength even tougher. But as my Physical Therapist reminded me, 'the body wants to heal'. To me, that meant just get out of the way, do the things that provide healing support, and let the body do what it does best.
Also, I'd read a good book "This is Body Grief: Making Peace with the Loss That Comes with Living in a Body by Jayne Mattingly. It helped me to acknowledge that I was grieving for the body that doesn't and maybe won't work as well as before. And yes, yell and cry when you feel like it - the grief is real - and expressing all the feelings helps the healing process too. (IMO) <3
This too will pass. During my surgeries, my light at the end of the tunnel was my garden. And into the garden I go to lose my mind and find my soul. Works every time. Hugs.
It’s wonderful you have gardening. Maybe you can teach me when I can bend, lift, and twist.
Writing is my garden where new growth and smiles bloom.