Like so many little things in our lives we take for granted, proper hygiene is hard to maintain when your back doesn’t want to hold you up, but for the first time in four days I managed to take a shower. (Disgusting, yes but what do you do when you can’t get out of bed?) Drying my hair was easier than the shower or putting on my clothes. I think the socks were the hardest but, I think I am beginning to come back to life.
It all started on Monday when I took the Christmas tree down, boxed it up for another year, then put it on the top shelf in the laundry room with all the other Christmas decorations. (It was heavier than I thought. I wish I had just left it standing in the corner after I took the ornaments off like I seriously considered doing.) That not only hurt my back but caused my hemorrhoids to become horribly inflamed, which put me in the bed for almost four days. One thing leads to another because being in bed that long caused the back pain to become unbearable and completely off the pain scale. The sharp, shooting pains in my lower back and down my legs have been so bad I could barely breathe at times. A hot sitz bath in Epsom salt helped tremendously with the hemorrhoids and pain. Thank goodness the Fibro and COPD haven’t flared while all this has been going on. I would welcome a bullet if I had to deal with everything at once! Some days that sounds like the easy way out anyway but not an option.
Most of Alabama is expected to feel freezing (or below) temps for the next few days with wind chills possibly reaching below zero. (If I had enough firewood, I would do my best to keep a fire going but I don’t so I see a huge electric bill for January.) I think there is even a mention of snow in our forecast for late tomorrow night and early Monday morning. Living in Central Alabama that means the bread and milk are probably gone from all the stores by now. (That’s just part of being in the south and yes, a big joke by everyone when the “S” word is mentioned.)
Gotta turn on a faucet to drip so the pipes don’t burst in the guest house…
Times like this I miss my Daddy so very much. There were so many little things he took care of that just don’t get done any more. He always made sure the outside faucets were wrapped for the winter and the water turned off. Not just our house but my brother’s as well — and my grandmother’s when she was alive. He took care of me for thirteen years. Then the last two he just couldn’t do what he wanted. As long as we were working together the pain was bearable, for both of us. We were a good team. I am so thankful I was able to return the care and love he gave to me. I miss someone taking care of those little things. It’s tough being a single woman and having to do every little detail alone especially when your body won’t allow it… whew! Enough of that! I’m depressing myself!
Now the Fibro has kicked in. All I did was clean out a couple of bowls of leftover food from refrigerator, throw away the food, and wash the dishes; and clean the litter boxes. My muscles have tightened like rubber bands and are on fire. If it wouldn’t hurt my back again, I would go back to bed and just stay there! *sigh*
Loss, Fibro, and COPD 