Make time for living to appreciate life!
About a month ago, I mentioned that I think I would like to take an art class. I have no idea how to draw or paint at all, but it is something I would love to learn. Mark and I are always talking about the need to make time for us. To find a babysitter and go for a coffee or the likes. I should also make time to catch up on my reading. I have been reading the same book for about 6 months now....a book that i would finish in a few days usually.
Life is hectic.
We are on the run all day everyday from about 6am until I crash at about 11pm...I must admit that the girls take up a lot of our time, but that is pure joy - unless it is from 11pm to 6am, which I am afraid to say has been the case many a night for the past 4 years.
I mention all this because my life has slowed down quite some - lets say on a scale of 1 to10- if before the accident it was 10, it is now about -10. I mean just going to the loo takes triple the time, so slow slow slow is what it is all about now.
Yesterday I had a good morning - not much pain. I went up to the activity room. Here you can paint, do all kinds of art work, play music, play card games, internet, etc. etc. So i find myself finally making time for my art classes. I am now painting something (with my left hand) for the girls room.
I go for OT. The challenge of the day is to pick up bottle tops with my right injured hand,and screw the tops onto the bottle. Sounds like something even Kylee can do. I at first can't do it. Just to grab the top with my fingers is hard enough, but to screw them onto the bottles is proving to be quite a challenge. After much blood, sweat and tears I manage to do ten. Bina, my therapist, is full of praise. Just like a mother with her child who manages to fit the piece of the puzzle in the right place.
The afternoon my arm is in pain. I am dreading the night to come. I am asked if I would like to go out to a musical play. I take all the pain killers I can handle and off we go. They take about 5 of us, load us with our wheels onto the vehicle and we spend 2 hours at the Camari theater in Tel Aviv. It is a bit long to sit in the wheelchair and my arm aches, but it was lovely to get out.
It was a strange experience to be the one in a wheelchair that people look at and feel sorry for and make way for. I don't take it personally, and know in my heart that you are me and I am you. This wheelchair has everyones name on it! One just does not know what is waiting around the corner.
The night is so so. The sleeping pill does nothing for me....The doctor says we will try another one tonight.
My arm is in pain today. Pain killers every 4 hours. They do take the edge off.
Another challenging day at OT -have to pick up little pegs and squeeze them open and put them on a board. My hold hand shakes everytime I try and squeeze. Bina makes me a temporary brace to try and hold the wrist up. It does help somewhat.
I chat to Sara - she is deaf, and lip reads. I have to concentrate when she speaks. We manage to converse quite well. She has had an op on her back. They have found a growth on her spine. Once again I find myself giving thanks that I have a few broken bones...
Sunday all the stitches and staples come out.
Already been here one week -lets hope the rest of the time goes just as quick!!
I am determined to have a good nights sleep!
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