Just hanging out here...
My physical therapist helped me do stairs... I was in agony the rest of the night.
My silly feet and legs just need to wake up and get in the game.
Honestly... They're killing me.
The only thing that helps at all is Jakob's special massage.
Poor kid spends half his life rubbing my feet.
I hate being in pain.
I remember that I used to wake up and my body didn't hurt anywhere. I miss those days.
Sometimes I pray for just an hour free of pain-- I really empathize with those of you who are in constant pain worse than I am. It's hard, it wears on you.
I do have pain meds- and without them I'm down and out. With them, I'm better but not great.
I don't mean to complain-- my life is so good.
I'm alive and I can handle aching feet.
My little baby- he's worth all this trouble.
Life is good!
Do me a favor? Just feel your body for a minute. If you feel good, say a little prayer of thanks! Be grateful for normal!
I'm not sure I was grateful enough. But, I will be someday.