Yesterday was gloriously boring. Perfectly mundane and I loved every second of it. You see, the past few weeks I have been spending most days at a doctors office, or attempting to get some work done with what little energy I have had left. I have been in a haze of aches and frustrations.
Yet, yesterday I was able to move around quite well thanks to a new combo of 4 (yep, count that…FOUR!) new medications that my doctors have prescribed while we wait until, you guessed it, my next doctors appointment! Now, I am usually not one to cheer and boast about the fact that I am a pharmaceutical guinea pig, but this certain combo gave me some reprieve from my medical madness. I got a day. I got one brilliantly pain free day. Bring on the Tramadol!
Let me tell you that I was quite the sight yesterday. I don’t think I have ever been so excited to clean my house, pick up my clothes, make my bed, and cook Mike dinner. It was a very happy return to my normal everyday existence,complete with chores and my diligent daily schedule. I love consistency. I flourish in having a daily routine. Mess with my daily routine and I get rattled. Call me a homebody, or boring housewife and I will gleefully say “yes ma’am I am!” It took me forever and a day to get to this place in my life. My little, beautifully boring life that I adore.
What is the point of all this? Here is the point: Life is throwing a championship curveball into my direction, and it has made me appreciate everything so much more. These bumps, pot holes, and medical messes have given me such a sense of gratitude. Not for the pills (Jeesh, keep your mind out of the gutter!), but for the appreciation it has instilled in me. That I can now look at a day of chores and fall in love with the routine of it. That I can appreciate the moments when I am pain free, and have the ability to mess up my kitchen. These moments that I used to just breeze by, and take for granted.
It would be a hell of alot easier to plop down on the couch and mope. Binge watch TV, and stew in my self-pity. But, I can’t. I won’t. Nope, nope, nope!
This nasty road of medical mishaps has lead me here. Writing and sharing my story, and finding my voice again. So, bring it on! All of this is only making me stronger.
And no, that is not the Tramadol talking.