Can We Talk 2

Slow Progress is Still Progress

         Today I wanted to celebrate. My pulse was 41!

         The only time I felt a little off balance was when I tossed some clean wet sweat pants over the shower rod to dry. I stumbled backwards into the bathroom sink. I decided it was time to change out of house slippers into real shoes. I had on compression socks and was otherwise dressed: I had just balked at shoes. The only reason I had this incident was that my laundry room is downstairs where I can't go. A family member had washed a load of casual clothes, but didn't have time to run the dryer. I said I need clean clothes. "Bring them up here and I will hang them." I can only blame myself and be thankful I went backwards at the correct angle.

         Another plus for recovery time is that no one cares how you look. Wrinkled, super casual. All okay as long as they're not stained or smelly. I can remember wearing nice clothes to the doctor's office, but no one seems to do that any longer.

         I think I will eventually stop griping. Either things will get better or I will learn to live with them as they are.