Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Two months out . . .
Sounds a lot like ordinary life, doesn't it. I don't know why I imagined that it would simply get better and better every day. And by day 100 I'd ride off into the sunset. Pipe dreams.
Well, perhaps it is in the big picture. My Physical Therapist, Dottie, at Seton Coastside reported that I'm getting stronger and better each time she sees me. Guess I'm just impatient.
Since the last post there have been two milestones: I've taken a trip to Seattle to visit my sister in law, Cheryl and brother Gary and I've returned to my ladies gym, Curves to do my morning workout. I guess this really is progress. What has been happening is that I continue to adjust my view to be a longer one. "Well by Christmas I'll be moving normally." Used to be "in a month" or "two months" . . . the time expectation keeps on expanding. The advice I really need to give myself is "Just take it one day at a time. Do what needs to be done, and be thankful for all that your body is doing to support you day by day. And, Ron, of course, is my constant support.