When I was early in recovery, landlines were the norm, and laptops were really expensive. When I came in some joker told me to buy a roll of toilet paper, write on each sheet a list of ten things I’m grateful for, and when I got to the end of the roll, start using the other side of the roll.
That said, there are very many things I can’t physically do anymore. Back then I was strong, and able to run. Now, I don’t even run to the bathroom. I roll, but I digress. Today, many many people helped me get through the day.
From the Verizon rep who sent me a sim card for my laptop to the fellas who is now putting away groceries in the kitchen, I’m grateful for them all.
So, my challenge to you, should you choose to accept it, is write down each day five things you are grateful for, and do that in the morning. At night, write down 5 more things that you are grateful for. Tell the old fogies in the meetings that I said “Hi”.
Watching a video on Constantine. “Rome I return to you your glory!” is something that he just shouted to the citizens of Rome. It’s a little weird, but then again, life is weird.
Been binging on history shows lately. My favorite podcast is the History of Rome with Mike Duncan. I’ve also been watching quite a bit of the history of England.
For recovery, I’m still in the throws of doing the steps pre-clean date. The 16th of October is coming, and behaving, well that is not my strong suit.
As far as the knitting and stitchery goes, I am on a brief hiatus. We are in very sticky weather, and I really can’t be arsed to deal with fibers right now.
Hugs all, -L
Have been working my tail off, trying to get over a stomach bug. However, it wasn’t a bug. Dr realized that it was just another gift IBS gives, and that there still isn’t a cure. Then through trial and error, I realized that meat gives my internal dimensions screaming fits.
I miss ham, I miss steak (Not that I ate it much) I miss fried chicken, and pulled port, and all the yummies.
Nothing we can do about that.
You know that level of sick that happens when it’s too hot outside, and you end up eating something you shouldn’t have? I won’t detail much more.
However, a few blessings have come out of it. No, I didn’t lose a lot of weight, and no I didn’t have any major miracles happen. What happened?
Wednesday night, the hubs sent me to the convenience store because we were out of bread and milk. So being a good sport, and the only driver, I took enough immodium to stop an elephant, and headed out.
When I arrived, the wheelchair accessible spot was taken, with no handicap accessible sticker showing. There was another handicap parking spot available, but not one with room for the wheelchair to get out of the car easily.
I sat and thought about it, but I didn’t know the other person’s side of the story. I finagled the chair out of the car, and went in the side door. I got our bread, milk, and some cheese, and cashed out. They were gone before I got out of there, and headed home.
I realized later, that I felt better about being me by not going apeshit on their head. I’m much more comfortable in my fur when I’m not abusing others with my ‘rights’. In reality, I wasn’t horribly inconvenienced, and I got home okay.
That’s about it. Huge hugs. Have a good week. Eat safely please. -L