My family takes good care of me. They do just about everything for me and for that I am grateful. Very, very grateful. Still - the better I feel the more I want to do. For me, for them, for the pups.
I want to go up and down the stairs. I want to walk the dogs. I want to clean the kitchen and cook dinner, pack lunches, make snacks. I want to do our laundry [okay, not really - but it sounds good] I even want to vacuum and dust [I love vacuuming!].
In essence I want to go back to the Mom in my moniker. I want to be SkippyMom and not just the sick lady in the corner.
And? I have been doing a bang up job this past week. Bang up being the operable word in that sentence. Yes - I fell off the bike but I did manage to leave my cane at home to walk to the store - Yet? I still keep wounding myself - Grace is definitely not my middle name. y'know?
Case in point:
Pooldad came home from work about the time that Scooby needed to be let out for a pee break. Not a walk mind you - just a quickie - and when he galloped back inside he started doing his happy dance for "da' waters" - He is a water dog, yes - but this dog LOVES water. Put a steak and gallon bowl of water in front of him and he would completely ignore the steak.
We give Scooby his water on the back porch because he is a big, fat, messy drinker. Today I popped up and went to grab his bowl to fill it and took it outside, set it down and let him slurp his way through it.
The whole time Pooldad is protesting, saying to me, "I'll get that honey. Honey! I'll DO IT. Sit down please."
But I want to do it myself. My dog too. And it is a simple task, short walk, light lifting. I can do this.
One would think.
When I turned to come back inside I clipped the threshhold of the porch door with my right foot. Hard. My middle three toes instantly started to swell and I limped over to my chair, tears in my eyes - trying not to scream. Jammed toes hurt. I know they go a long way to keeping us upright, but I am forever running them into something. Was there not a better model design for feet than this? [God? I am talking to you.]
Pooldad's response? "I told you I would get it for him." And I slapped him. heehee - because he made me laugh. But....
It happened again 10 minutes later. On my chair when I got up to get a drink. Slammed the same 3 toes right into the leg of the chair.
Wallene's response? "Mama I would've gotten that for you."
Yes. I know. I know they would do whatever it is for me and not be bothered by it - but I want to do it.
Now I am back using my cane [Yay for the cane!] but really? I think it is better if I just stay seated and let them do what they do and want to do.
I think I am a danger to myself. hee