Letting go of "waiting to live till recovered" idea
I can't remember if I mentioned this or not... we decided to cut back to one day of therapy a week. After some careful consideration, we realized that our whole lives were about doctors and therapy, and that left no time for real living. I'll have to add that I have fibro and he is only awake 8 hours a day, divided by a nap! What if he dies this year...or me? and we had never taken time for doing things again? We needed to start actually living, rather than being like the fat person that is waiting to lose weight to do things - don't want to be the same mindset, waiting to 'be recovered' before making room for our lives together. Of course, besides the one day of out therapy, we work on things at home.
So, we have been having little outings and it gives me more time to do chores without feeling soooo raggedy. The boxes and furniture have been crammed in since the house sold in July, and toward the end of Sept, I actually started working on all the boxes and misplaced furniture that was brought here after the move.
I also had to consider that I had only seen my mom twice since his stroke, as we were always exhausted from our appointments. An 85 yr old mom, whose had a stroke, a heart attack and has a pace maker, won't last forever, I knew I couldn't keep putting her off, and never getting to her. I will post more in my next blog about our doings.
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