So we’re doing the Thanksgiving celebration here this year. Can’t remember what we did last year.
Another year added to my personal calendar has brought some relief from the chronic lower back pain, for which I am most thankful. I’ve learned, however, that I have to be careful if I want to maintain the improvement.
Last week, I think it was Thursday, I decided to do some deep cleaning in my bedroom. It looks much better! Cleaning off the dresser, finicky dusting, using my Swiffer under the bed, getting everything I could off the floor; then I put my Roomba, whom we have named “Bob,” into that room, closed the door, and let him clean the floor. I’d gotten under the dresser with my Swiffer duster, so there was a little pile of dust bunnies that I’m sure Bob enjoyed gobbling up. The room looks and feels more fresh.
My aching back, however, let me know that I’d been less than intelligent. I’ve had to resort to taking a pain pill during the day, which I really haven’t had to do for at least three months. I was also relegated to my chair or my bed by the House Doctor, aka Terry, who was quite aggravated with me for not getting his help.
“But I didn’t lift anything!” I tried to excuse myself.
“You were bending. I saw you. You know you can’t do that!”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
On Friday I had a couple of classes to teach, and when I came limping home he was waiting for me. Took my things out of my hands. Didn’t say, “I’m so happy to see you!” Oh, no. He said, “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?”
So the rest of Friday and all day yesterday, I developed a close relationship with my chair, which is just my size and backed up with pillows that support the lumbar area. Lazy me.
So this coming week, Terry will help me with some other cleaning, and he’ll lift Tom Turkey out of cold storage and help me in the kitchen. And he doesn’t mind doing any of that. I just feel bad about having to let him do it.
I remember when I could clean the whole house in a day and put a good meal on the table, do some laundry, maybe clean a drawer or window here and there. Not any more. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
And there’s something else that I never, ever had to worry about. I just had to go back and fix the spelling. I’d typed “the flesh is week.” Took me a second to realize what the problem was. I knew it looked funny, and finally got rid of that second “e.” Sigh. I’ve always been an excellent speller. Never mixed up to, too, two. Or there, they’re, their. Now? I’m proofreading as I type. Never used to have to do that, either.
So, Mrs. Doom and Gloom, is there an up side to any of this? Well, sure there is. I have more time to read. More time to write. I’ve written over 38,000 words on my book this month! More time to focus on my blogs. On going out for lunch. Yes, I’ve become one of those “ladies who do lunch.” Don’t knock it until you try it. It’s fun!
More time to be in the Word, to dig in and learn things I didn’t know. You never reach a point, in God’s Word, where you have nothing left to learn.
When one’s body slows down because of pain from something or the other—for me, degenerative bone disease, lumbar herniations, stenosis, and plain old arthritis–one has two choices. Sit and mope. (No thanks!) Or, focus on things you didn’t have time for when you could be physically active. Continue to learn, to grow, to enjoy God’s creation. Reconnect with friends, Do some Bible memory. Pray more.
Count each finished day as one step closer to heaven.