HAVE YOU EVER HAD ONE of those days … you know, the ones that start off with you struggling to get out of bed? Days where you welcome the overcast skies because it’s not jarring your senses. Days where you drag your feet—literally—across the floor because there’s no energy for quick or crisp steps. Days where even after your “wake-up!” beverage and breakfast all you can think about is returning to a horizontal position. In bed, under the covers … hiding from the world. And, in my case, trying to escape pain. It’s not horribly bad like some of my friends deal with, but it’s there. All. The. Time. Nagging at me.
For me, hiding out in bed doesn’t really work—it’s one of those dreaded catch 22 things. Going forward in my day may sort the pains out … but trigger new ones. By staying in bed, old pains are relieved, but new ones creep in due to inactivity. Like I said … it’s a no-win scenario. I just have to decide which way I want to deal with it.
I can lessen the pain by taking medications, but because my body is not fond of it, I don’t take the meds unless I’m really hurting and I can only manage the meds for a couple days. I used to be a morning person—popping out from under the covers at 7am to start my day. Now, not so much. I still wake up at the same time … it just takes a whole lot longer to get my engines working. A whole lot longer.
I’m not trying to be a whinging ninny here. I’m simply trying to make a point. I count my blessings that my pain levels are relatively mild compared so many. I am able to get up and get moving—unassisted. I am able to walk—carefully—downstairs to make my own breakfast. My knees and ankles may sound like a creaky ol’ house in the process of descending the stairs, but I can do it.
My inactivity of late has triggered a weight gain, which is another catch 22—the more weight, the more stress/pain in the body, but movement and exercise cause pain, so I am less active, causing weight gain. And, it seems recently, pain apparently has become a trigger for me to seek comfort food (aka: major carb intake!!). Groan! I’m trying to fix that bad habit!
So … what am I trying to say here? There will always be “one of those days” or perhaps a string of them for you or for someone you know—or maybe it’s the complete stranger standing next to you. What do I do? I lean on God more heavily on those days … and it helps me get through the day. If it’s not you, please do not be the one to tell those that are having difficulties that it’s all in their head; that they can work it out (physically); or to shun them because they cannot keep up with you or are impeding your plans. Ask how you can help. Quietly and deliberately slow your pace (mentally and/or physically) so conversations can happen when your together. Understand where they are coming from … if you don’t understand fully, perhaps ask about the underlying illness causing the issue. Be educated. Just be there. Engage with them. Be considerate. Smile (a genuine smile, please) and send up a prayer for them. There are so many ways—these are only a few of them.
Life is getting a wee bit hectic (I’ll explain later), so I probably will not be doing a blog next week (it will be a miracle if it happens)—as it is I almost forgot today’s! (insert very red face here …)
Have a blessed day and week—no, make that two weeks. The days are getting more and more beautiful, which makes me happy. Here’s to the upcoming summer! Cheers!