Self Talkin'

12/28/15

Alright.
Here I am.

Two weeks post-epidural and I feel more like it is Week Five post-epidural.
Not good.

But, but, but....think of what I can do now that I couldn't do before.
And, I am only on 1.5 mg of daily prednisone with a 50% reduction in medication in my epidural.
No small feat.

Bring to mind Carol, riding Salem Lake.
You just rode it Sunday-a-week-ago.
Remember?

And then there has been Christmas.
Yuck.
Just yuck.
It wore me out.
And receiving gifts is hard on me.
The reciprocal-response runs strong in this one, Obi.

Social events and conversation wear me out.
Usually I'm okay with being social the first 4ish weeks after my epidural, but not this time.

My energy is just so very low.
I have little-to-no reserve.

So, each and every decision must be made in light of "will this help me? or drain me?"

Whatever I do expends energy; that's a given.
But, with every expenditure, there is either a benefit or detriment.
It can be either an investment or a life-sucker.

I can't afford the suckers.

I don't need to explain that to anyone.

And remember to bring to mind images of what energizes me...like riding my bike.
It will come again; it will come again.
I might not get that energy until my next epidural.

But what would be great?
If my body got to the next level of healing.
There will be levels, with ups and downs.

OTOH, I might be as well as I'm gonna get.
I've got to accept that.

Yup...I must accept that as a possible reality.
And if it is, so long social life.

That's what seems to exhaust me the most, social interactions.
Maybe they wouldn't if I didn't have a small business to run.