Where you in an accident? Is this a sports injury? Nope, people. I'm just clumsy.
I fell on the sidewalk in front of my house. Something people probably do everyday. But in my case, 15 years of other injuries plus a recent trip to Paris in which I did physically in 10 days what I probably hadn't done in 10 years, that spill onto my right side somehow injured my spine, which led to a ruptured disc, and rendered me partially immobile for seven months and counting.
Sometimes the pain is worse than others. But sometimes I think it is less about how much it hurts and more about how I can cope that day. Most of the time, I wake up stiff and very sore. I shower, eat, start my daily routine. The pain cuts across my back and feels like some huge Andre the Giant-type person has picked me up and twisted me like you do bubble wrap when your tired of popping the bubbles individually and want to hear that satisfying crunch, crunch, crunch sound. Only my pain isn't quite that pleasurable.
But I make it through the day. If I am feeling energetic (I know, a seeming oxymoron but most days I feel normal-just hurting), I will go swim. My daily goal is a minimum of 10, but I am always pushing for 20 laps. If I am unable to swim, I lie around the house a lot, reading, writing, maybe chatting on the phone. I try to make myself walk 20-30 minutes, usually after dark when the Mississippi summer heat has subsided some.
What really gets me is the days that I cannot make myself swim. It seems that if I can swim, then I can somehow get through the day feeling there is hope that I will recover from this after all. But on days when sipping coffee all day still can't manage to get me off the couch, that's the days that I need to be blogging. Because if I can focus on others, encourage someone else in ways to cope with the pain, then it makes it less overwhelming for me. Maybe that's selfish, but that's what we have to do. Help someone else to take our minds off ourselves. So what are you tips? How do you make it through the day?
About Me
- MichelleBright, brightwriter4hire
- Muses have been haunting me since I was 7-years-old. Unfortunately, in 21 years, I have not yet learned to speak or interpret their language. Many times, to my regret, I ignore them. Other times I rage at them. "I want my life back!" I scream. Even though, I cannot yet understand them, they all too well understand me. When they've had enough of being ignored, they leave me. Sometimes it is years before they come back. That is when I am most miserable.
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