Sunday, November 20, 2011

And, So, This Is Life

And, so, I am grateful. I am grateful for the doctor who treated me in the ER Friday night. No. I am grateful for the PA who treated me. I cried for over 4 hours. I cried until I needed hydration and my eyes felt like the lids were turning inside out. PT went well that morning, but 4 PM I was suffering. By 6 I wanted help. At 6:30 we were on our way to the closest ER. 

I left a little over 4 hours later. I felt so good; I couldn't recall the last time I'd experienced a pain-free day. Something always hurts since the incident. We're guessing that I over-did it in PT. Pearlie iced me down before I left, as usual. I felt good. I stopped at Kroger on my way home. I even checked my P.O. Box. It was empty, but that was okay. I went home, made dinner, and I ate. I have to eat standing because it hurts to bend my neck. 

JC was home around 6. I think. He was in the middle of filling the hot water bottle when things changed to urgent. 

Two injections, three prescriptions, bed rest, answered prayers, along with gratitude, positive thinking, and I am on the mend. I have no real recollection of Saturday, but I know I wrote some letters. I slept most of the day and into the evening. I think. 

I wrote 14 letters and postcards in 2 or 3 days. I wrapped and addressed 1 package. Looking at the small stack makes me feel so good. It reminds me not to over-do it, too. I never want to re-live Friday. I am not good at doing nothing, so I write a little, rest a little, then write some more. 

I am obeying the home care instructions. I take the meds on time. And I am eating. 

I'm staying hydrated, too. My big Thermos keeps my Kleen Kanteen filled. The stairs are still iffy.

A little peek at tomorrow's mail.

And, so . . . This is Life. I think mine is supposed to be great, pain-free, easier, neater, tidier, and almost perfect. Well, so it is. It's balanced. You just watch. Something wonderful is going to happen, and it will make me forget all about Friday night. In real life, I'm not whiney. I suffer behind a closed door. I do what needs doing no matter what. Maybe that's part of my problem. No matter. I am getting well. I am getting better. And, I can write a few letters. What else is there to ask for?

Be well.


  1. Glad to hear you are okay Limner. Your stack of letters looks delicious. :-)

  2. I am sorry to hear that you had an awful Friday. And I can guarantee that something good is coming your way. Whether or not it will make you forget Friday..I am not sure. You'll have to let me know. Hugs and smiles to you, dear friend! I am glad you seem to be feeling better.

  3. I am so sorry you have been suffering. Would I were closer... I would sit and keep you company, take dictation, cook, run errands, whatever you needed, but for now all I can offer you is that I will keep you in prayer and try to have something turn up in your mailbox to make you smile (since laughing might be painful :) I hope you take it easy and recover completely. Hugs! Elle

  4. Aha! See? Goodness and mercy abound. My neighbor is going to make gumbo and bring some over because I can't cook. :) Everything there are set-backs, something better happens to erase the darkness.

    Oh, wow. I love y'all. Don't get me wrong. Please, I wasn't asking for goodies. I only meant to say that every time I get knocked down, a hand is extended to lift me off my butt. Please, don't send me anything. I'd feel too guilty to enjoy it. :( Your prayers and good thoughts are enough.

    I just woke 15 minutes ago, so I stopped by to say hey, and grin. Please, please, please. I don't need anything. You're so lovely and generous, kind and caring, but I am good. Am following orders taking my meds, and am as happy as a clam with a little grit. I'm making pearls here, y'all. :)

    Hope to make one for all of you. :D Thanks!

  5. Oops. Sorry. I know oysters make pearls, but hey, miracles do happen. Watch this clam make some magic. :)

  6. Hey, Winnie's Girl. Thanks. Wish I could write faster-more-better, but I'm writing gud enuf. :) Hope it's coherent.

    The sun just went down. It's been a beautiful day. Hope yours is, too. Thanks for stopping by and chatting a spell.

  7. Darling Limner,
    I'm so sorry you had to suffer like that. I got your lovely postcard today! Your handwriting was so perfect my husband almost assumed it was printed!

  8. I, too, am glad you're feeling better. Soon I hope you'll move beyond this 3 steps forward and 2 steps back ordeal. Or do I have it backwards?
    At any rate, my prayers and best wishes are mingled among the many winging their way upward and outward. Take care, Friend.

  9. Melancholy, I tell myself there are others who suffer much worse. Myself tells me back, "It's relative." So I hush.

    Thanks for thinking of me. Kindness is balm. Empathy and sympathy are like bandages and Band-Aids. :)

    Wow? Really? My handwriting has suffered because of the pain and spasms, but you make me feel better about it. A great indicator or how I feel? My handwriting. LOL.

    Hope you are good.

    Patty D! How are ye? I tell you, Prednisone gives me the rosy cheeks of a two-year old. I sit for long spells--admiring my palms, the soles of my feet, the whites of my eyes, and my lovely rosy lips. :) No pain here for a week. Oh, the pleasure of it all. I've written and posted mail, made things, made dinner . . . Good weeds and prayers are priceless, to me. Prayers and best wishes are magic elixirs. I thank you. My family thanks you. The cats thank you. Be well, girl. Be well.