Made it ALL day yesterday without picking up anything weighing more than 5 pounds. My mom snorted at this-but YOU try it. I don't consider myself a really active person either-but 5 pounds is not that heavy. I bet a gallon of milk weighs 5 pounds.
Then I goofed and drank fully leaded and decaf so I listened to good music till 4 am and tried not to fret.
Right now I like Grooveshark. I have a portable Sirius radio I haven't set up yet. Resetting the car radio (before the ban on cussing) was a chore. I may try to calmly set it up today. I am down another 4.00 from yesterday.
I love Atlantic City by Bruce Springstein. It's artistry, the repetition and phrasing conveys the perfect sense of desperation-no wonder it was a hit for the Boss. But as I listened and played video games-I kept wondering-"If the Boss called, would you meet him Atlantic City?"
Of course I wouldn't now, but even as a young foolish lass, I would not have followed a clearly desperate man on an illegal venture. I have jumped into a burning van and pulled a man I loved out-no qualms about death or injury. But breaking the law? Nah. I am just so NOT a desperado and never have been.
Oh, there was a point about a tipping point. My point about that point is that I am now able to think about silly things right now and not how badly my leg hurts when it will stop hurting and what this all means. It means I fell off a horse and got the flu.
It probably means if I ride again I should use stirrups and not leave my helmet in the locker. (looking the other way and whistling.....) So, the tipping point isn't tipping me into a new dimension, just back to the one I tipped out of a month ago.
What that means is the world just goes on anyway.
2 comments:
For three months of the last eleven, I was unable to pick up ANYTHING with one of my arms. For the next three months, I was (and still am) unable to lift more than eight ounces with the same arm. SO, I do know what you mean.
It sounds like you are coming right along. Keep on keeping on.
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