as i sit 'n watch the winds blow through the trees, leaves dancin' about, i ponder rebuildin' my life. water softly cascades the waterfall, flowers bounce about in the cool breeze. cattails sway, not so gently above the ponded waters. a cold front is on the move, a grand relief from the heat. mother nature teased us with rain last eve, but only granted random sprinkles. was an incredible night fer lightnin' though as it patchworked itself all around. spiderin' out in fantastic glorious waves that crackled across the dark skies.
on the road to what is appearin' to be a slow recovery from this latest bout of crohn's/celiac/peripheral neuropathy & whatever heck else is goin' on with my body, i must generate another plan of action to get back into shape. twasn't all that horrible i reckon, lost another 11 lbs., what muscle mass i'd regained from the last bout (may 2012). the tiredness seems to content to linger, which i'm tryin' not to get discouraged with. typically by day 4 of mega doses of prednisone, i'm the energizer bunny. go on a massive cleanin' frenzy. i'm talkin' top to bottom, floor to ceilin', everythin' has to be scrubbed, polished and then done again.
i've not the energy nor the strength. i'm doin' good to push the broom across the kitchen floor every morn'. i see the dust and say "later". this is not a good thing. i've 2 indoor/outdoor dogs and a pesky cat. it's been an effort to keep the kitchen clean (i'm anal retentive, i'll admit - can't stand dishes in the sink or a dirty kitchen at all). i must confess that i've laundry that's not been put up proper. have taken the road of the hubs & it's piled on the chest at the foot of the bed. it annoys me, but again i'm tellin' myself "later".
a game plan needs to be in place to get myself turned back around, but i've not the oomph to get one started. must work on regainin' strength, workin' on the muscles, gettin' my core back into shape. clean this pitiful house. play with the horses. get off my duff and take some pic's fer heaven's sake. i see the opportunities to do the latter...jest don't seem to have that desire. how does one get it back?
Just remember- chores never end, laundry, dishes & hugs are all things that seems to build daily- never enough time for any of the above. Time, it's our best friend and worst enemy all in one. Recovery will take time and patience with things of that nature is the one thing that ppl like us seem to be short on! Trust me in 2 days my house looks like a tornado came in the back door set up camp and left through the garage, but like you- it will have to wait- with patience and one day at a time things will get back to the way God intends it to be. Love you
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