Hello dear reader.
I had three good days in a row! That’s something to celebrate for sure!
Today is the fourth day in a row I’ve been in too much pain to function. I’m trying very hard to focus on the three good days I had and remind myself that I will have more. I just have to get through this stretch. It’s amazing to me how difficult that is to see when my entire body hurts like this. Right now hope feels like a fool’s game. But you know what? I’m going to play it anyway.
Here are the rules. First, and most important, remember that the pain is not who I am. It’s something I have to deal with. Second, my memory may be all kinds of screwed up, but I have wonderful memories that are still there. Third, I have a lot more amazing memories to make.
There’s the rules, now let’s get to the game. I’m really excited that I’m going to see my daughter in 18 days, 18 hours, and 40 minu.tes. I have a countdown timer on my phone. That translates into I’m leaving at 9 AM on the 28th. It’s a 12 hour drive, but I’m going to split it into two days. The plan is to drive 7-8 hours on Thursday (depending on how I do) and get a room for the night wherever that ends up. I’m going to sleep in as late as possible Friday morning and be back on the road around noon. I’ll only have 4-5 hours of driving, and will get to her house right after she gets off work. I’ll be there all day Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. I’ll leave Tuesday morning and do the same thing in reverse. I’ll get home on Wednesday (the fourth of July) in the early afternoon and will go watch the fireworks with Tim that evening. Thursday and Friday of that week are scheduled for recuperation. So that’s the plan, and definitely an amazing memory.
There’s rule number three. Yes, I do know I’m going backwards, but nothing said I had to do them in order ;-). Let’s think about a wonderful memory I already have. There are tons to choose from! Here’s one I think you’ll like. When my youngest daughter had been going to kindergarten for about two weeks she came home very upset one day. I, of course, asked her what was wrong. She said, “Mommy, we have to start eating liver!” I hate liver, don’t eat it and won’t cook it. So I told her no, it was okay, and we didn’t have to eat liver. She cried even harder when I told her this, and said she didn’t want the guards to get us. Of course, I asked, “What guards?” She looked at me like I was the stupidest person she’d ever seen and said, “The invisible ones!” I had to get to the bottom of this and asked her who had told her this. She said it was her teacher. Completely confused I told her to tell me exactly what her teacher had said. “She makes us say it every day….I pledge to the flag of America and to the Public it stands…one nation, under guard, invisible, with liver and just this for all.” I pulled her into a big hug, laughing so hard I couldn’t talk, then explained her mistake to her. I got a ton of these, and if they don’t make you laugh, you need to go have your funny bone x-rayed.
What was the other one? Oh yeah, the pain is not who I am. Telling you a good memory and something I’m looking forward to made the pain back off a little bit. That proves it isn’t who I am, doesn’t it?
I know I left you hanging with Home and Family part 1 and I will return to that next time. This just wasn’t the time for it.
What do you do when the pain tries to take over? Do you have memories you draw on? Are you looking forward to something? Please let me know in the comment box below. We can never have too many tools to use.
Thanks for helping me through this one.
Until next time…