The Day from Heck

Aug 06, 2012

Wow!  Yesterday was quite a day.  Slipped on our tile floor and fell; wound up taking myself to the ER for a 4-hour session of hurry-up-and-wait, x-rays, and more hurry-up-and-wait; back home with nothing broken, just some serious inflammation and another dx of "you know you have arthritis, right?"  Um, well, yeah:  the old body tells me this every single day, as I moan and groan and whine, clicking and clacking with every step I take.  What else to expect at age 60, with a lifetime of obesity to weigh on a lot of the joints?

If I wasn't already committed to WLS, it would sure be at the top of my list now, after this last fall.  (Did I mention this is the 3rd time I've fallen?)  It's not only the reality and pain of the fall; it's also the fear of not being able to get myself up, and/or the embarrassment of having my family watch me do it.  What I sight I must have been yesterday!  My shear size makes it pretty much impossible to catch myself when I go down, as I would have been able to when I was younger (and 100 lbs. lighter.)

Almost as troubling as the fall yesterday was my response when I was back at home, licking my wounds and waiting for some pain meds to kick in.  Since I hadn't had more than half of my morning protein shake, I was hungry as a bear, and neither hubby nor I was up for cooking, so pizza was the dinner winner.  As if that wasn't bad enough, I decided I needed a dozen or two McDonald's oatmeal raisin cookies to further dull the pain.  Well, I didn't eat a dozen, but six was certainly more than enough (one was more than enough!)  Although I'm back in the saddle today, I'm still a little shaky from yesterday's trauma to my body, and so I'm finding myself wanting that soothing taste of something (anything!) to take the edge off.  Right now, I'm writing this in order to keep myself rooted to this chair, for fear getting up will be my undoing.  I keep trying to remember what my counselor told me to remember daily:  This too shall pass.  

THIS TOO SHALL PASS. . . THIS TOO SHALL PASS. . . THIS TOO SHALL PASS. . .

 

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