It would be really easy right now to completely chuck out all of February’s goals, given my current state. But….this afternoon, in a drug and pain induced haze, I had the thought that if I did that, it would be the complete opposite of my theme of the year (self) and my goal to find balance in my life. So I can’t go to the gym….is that any reason to chuck out my financial goals, my sugar-less goals, my relationship goals? It is not. I’ve been called “stoic” a few times in the last couple of days and I’m going to be stoic here and stay true to my values and goals and stay as true to the course as I can get.
One thing that has come out of this is a dramatic slow down in everything. Every single thing I do, from pouring and drinking a coffee to picking which pajama pants to wear has to be thought out in advance and done deliberately. Every move I make right now is painful and that is ratcheted up exponentially if I have to move quickly or do something more than once. Just to elaborate on my situation (because it’s all-consuming right now for me), here’s a fun list:
Things I can’t do at all right now (besides fitness, of course):
put my hair in a ponytail, tie my shoes, wear tights, floss my teeth, take my contacts in or out, fill the large dog water dish, put on or take off a necklace, go to work, drive my car (stick shift)
Things I can’t do efficiently or effectively:
laundry, dishes, cooking, shampooing or styling my hair, brushing my teeth, getting off the sofa or out of bed, anything that requires my dominant hand/arm to be engaged at all.
I just got back from taking Gracie for a walk…..after 20 minutes of cavorting into The Ugliest Outfit I’ve ever worn outdoors (selected for my ability to get into and out of it one-armed), we went on a Very Slow march around a few residential blocks in the neighborhood. It is cold outside but clear and the fresh air felt fantastic. Tonight is Thursday so we normally go to Costco after dinner but….and here’s a bit of vanity for you…..unless Ray is going to help me get some leggings or yoga pants on, I’m not going out in public wearing what I just wore to walk the dog. Not. I still have pride!
I’ll be trying to go to work tomorrow because I don’t currently get paid for staying at home (thanks, new job!). Ray is going to have to help dress me a bit in the morning…..but I’ll be on my own when I’m at work and have to pee. TMI, but it’s something I have to think about. As long as I can get some sleep tonight (slept last night in our spare bed and alternated between crying and dozing sitting up….which was the only position that the bastard arm didn’t make me want to shoot myself) and get dressed with at least combed hair tomorrow, I will go to work. Even typing that I’m considering going to work sounds so frigging idiotic……(as long as I can comb my hair and get dressed??) but I have to at least show up there. This is still a new-ish job and I can’t just not show for two days.
We have a three day weekend ahead (thank HEAVENS) and although I won’t be doing any of the things I originally planned, I’m so grateful for the extra days off! Ray doesn’t know it yet but I’ll still be doing my weekend cooking “hour” because I want to be able to eat good and healthy food next week. The only difference between my normal cooking time and this weekend is that Ray is going to do most of it with my guidance.
And in regards to hubby dearest who was acting like a bit of a spoiled brat the past few days……he got told last night to step up his game. He got reminded that I do A LOT for us normally where he does very little, he got reminded that we are in a PARTNERSHIP and you don’t just hang the other partner out to dry when it gets inconvenient. And he got reminded that he was severely injured FOR A YEAR and I did absolutely everything from cooking, laundry, dog, house, shopping, banking, helping him with hygiene, doctor appts, and being ready and available for HIS EVERY NEED. FOR A YEAR. So slamming pots around and acting like I’m torturing him because he has to fry the fajita ingredients (which were pre-chopped and already seasoned!) is effing ridiculous and childish and makes me look at him very differently. I realize I’ve given him a very nice life and he’s become accustomed to being taken care of and I don’t personally do well on the accepting help front….but we have No Choice in this case so he needs to step up and I need to let/make him.
So to summarize: not throwing the baby out with the bathwater (February Goals), taking this forced slowdown for what it’s worth and trying to learn from it, considering getting some nice yoga pants/sweatpants that can be worn in public, and doing some work on the old relationship.
Wishing for good, restful and pain-free sleep tonight and some improvement tomorrow….even if it’s miniscule, I’ll take it!
What a nightmare! Am catching up on my blog reading for the past 6 months and am so sorry to hear about your arm! Put ray to work, you’re doing him a favor actually. 🙂
I am SO sorry to hear about your injury. That really is a bummer at any time but especially when you’re in the middle of making your comeback!!! Shit!
Good job for not throwing it all away at this point. You’ve made some good progress and laid a pretty solid foundation I think. And it sounds like you are doing all the right things to keep yourself on track during this little detour.
Hugs to you. (But not too tight because I don’t want to hurt your arm)
Thanks Tara! I think I might’ve thrown a teeeeeny bit of it away but I feel like it was all done in the spirit of good mental health and so I’m not too worried. Onwards and upwards!
Thanks so much for the very gentle hug!