My day starts with getting out of bed. You say big deal right! We all start our day that way. True but let me explain why it is a big deal. I imagine someone watching me do this and vision how funny it must look. Actually they might not think it’s funny at all but I think it would be funny to watch myself get up. You have to picture it. If I’ve been on my back I can’t just sit up. I’m too stiff in the morning and I don’t have the strength to lift myself from that position. So I have to roll to my side. Sounds easy enough. Not! It’s a process of rocking and scooting just enough to turn myself so I can grip the side of the bed and complete the roll. Getting there! Now I have to pull my legs up as I push my upper body up so that my legs swing over the edge of the bed. Ok so maybe now you’re getting the picture. Not so fast. Some days my left leg won’t pull up so I have to pull it up with my arms. Anyway I have myself sitting up on the edge of the bed now but the fun isn’t over. I still have to get up and hope my legs don’t collapse or I don’t lose my balance and slam into the wall. By the way I have done this. The wall and I have developed a close relationship. Sometimes it’s a friend offering support and other times it’s laughing at me as I face plant right into it. Just kidding! About the wall laughing that is. I’m up now. I reach out to my friend for support because I can’t just walk on my own yet. My leg is stiff and I limp.
Finally I make it to my destination. The kitchen. First things first. Must have coffee. Filling the coffee pot with water is hard. I can’t hold the water reservoir to fill it. One because my hand can let go at any given moment. It doesn’t warn me. Stupid hand! It just thinks oh let’s have some fun with her. Two because it’s too heavy once I start filling it. So I use a little cup. It takes 3 to 4 fills ( 4 because I spill some of each cup due to shaky hands) to fill the reservoir but hey it get’s the job done right. I’m cooking now though about to get my coffee so all is good.
Until I get my cup of coffee ha ha…… I have learned the hard way to make sure I pick it up with my right hand. You guessed it. My hand let’s go. Would have thought I would have learned that sooner. After a few burns. The thing is you forget and do what comes naturally. Then it’s too late. Sometimes I didn’t even realize the cup was slipping because I couldn’t feel it. It wasn’t until I saw coffee sloshing out of the cup onto the carpet that I realized what was happening. Did that to my sisters carpet. Oops! Oh well what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. No I didn’t really just leave it there. I cleaned it up and told her.
This is pretty much the way the rest of my day goes. One adventure after another. Dropping dishes and everything else I get my hands on. I don’t know how many lids I have broken off bottles from dropping them. However that just helps me in the long run. ( Screw top lids are the enemy ) Who knows how many times I trip or lose my balance in a day. I should keep count. That might be a fun game. How many times did I trip today? Better yet turn it into a matching game. Bruises VS trips. Lol. At least once a day I decide I just have to have something from a bottom cabinet and get myself stuck. This is a source of daily laughter. Seems like such a good idea at the time. The idea that got me down there was a great idea. It’s usually another DIY project or something. The problem is I have to sit on the floor because my legs get weak. I take it back. That’s not the problem. That’s ok. The problem is I can’t get myself back up. My arms aren’t strong enough to lift myself up. Even if they were I would still need my legs to help push up. Not happening! I always bust out laughing and think to myself “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”. I know I didn’t fall and I know it’s not funny when someone falls and can’t get up. It makes me laugh though and in that moment that’s all that matters. At this point there is nothing left to do but crawl to the couch where I can get myself up.
Yes I wonder why I do this. I ask every day. Why do you do this to yourself? I have to keep moving and doing things I enjoy. So if it means I get stuck and have to crawl so be it. As long as I can still crawl and find a way I will keep doing it.
So what’s the point of this post? Laughter really is the best medicine. These are just some of the crazy struggles I have on a daily basis. I could choose to get upset or give up but I choose to laugh at myself. I spend much of my day amusing myself that way.
My Granny use to say laugh lines weren’t a sign of aging they are a sign of happiness and not taking life to seriously. Wise woman!
So go ahead have a laugh with me or at me. Either way it doesn’t matter. Just laugh. Laugh till it hurts…..then do it some more.