Wow — time has been going by really quickly lately. How is it already April 20th?
Justin and I went for a bike ride this evening. We rode all the way to the end of our road, ordered a pizza, ate it at a table outside, and rode home. It was fantastic! It took up most of our evening, but I can’t think of a better way to have spent the time. Over an hour and a half of dedicated time to spend with Justin? WIN!
Plus I love riding my bike, but I don’t do it nearly often enough. My backside, unfortunately, is reminding me why that is the case. So much pain!
I took 9 pills just now as I’m getting ready to go to sleep: 3 calcium, 2 fish oil, 1 multivitamin, 1 for RLS, and 2 Advil. I remember being so excited when I got off all my asthma medications. For the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t medicated! But I’m pretty sure I’m more healthy now, taking all these pills, than I was then.
I had a difficult brain day on Sunday. Do you know what I’m talking about? Where you spent most of the day feeling like you need to cry, but no idea why? I cried because I didn’t know why I felt like crying. I cried because Justin’s office was messy. I nearly cried at church when friends mentioned maybe having people over for dinner. I nearly cried in the middle of my massage.
Ooooooh. Massage. My massage was wonderful. I hadn’t had one in such a long time and my muscles are so tense. She was able to rub a lot of that out, but I know that most of it will need more work than that to get them loosened up. My shoulder-blades are still tender from the work she did on them. But it was totally worth it!
And then I went home and listened to laundry washing and thought that I should be doing something other than laying on the bed feeling like crying.
I cried on Saturday, too. We stopped at Lowe’s so we could pick up a few things and I put my foot into knee-high mud boot. The kind like we used to have as kids, remember? Except this one was white and cute and I wanted to see if it would fit.
No. It didn’t fit. I got my calf most of the way into it and then it suctioned onto my leg. My calf formed a seal with the plastic material of the boot and created suction. I couldn’t get it off. Justin was nearby and I called out to him: “I have a problem.” “You sure do,” he said and came over to help me. And the guy at the key cutting counter just laughed at us because we couldn’t pull the boot off.
I found a rolling stair-step ladder to sit on so I could try to pry the boot off, and then the panic started to set in. I couldn’t get it off! My foot was trapped! The air was going to push out from the boot and my foot was going to turn black and fall off! (Did you know I’m a tiny bit claustrophobic?) Justin assures me that we would have cut the boot off my leg before that would have happened, but I still sat there on the step *freaking out* about the boot stuck on my foot.
And eventually we were able to get it off just by pulling at it and loosening the top away from my leg and just plain persistence. And I sat there with tears running down my face because I had been so worried about it. A woman came down the aisle and turned to look at us and gave a really worried look before backing away. “We’re okay,” I said, but I’m not sure she heard me.
No more trying on boots for a while.
But we’re doing good today! I wore my engagement ring for the first time in a very long time. It finally fits without cutting off circulation! The wedding band is still slightly too small, but I got to wear my sapphire today! It makes me really happy that I can wear that again.
And that’s a rough idea of what it’s like in my brain lately. Now, I’m going to sleep.