This fine arctic day, PT was in the morning. It was challenging to get from the living room to the car...down the stairs is always nerve wracking, then onto the icy porch, which Paul salted, so it wasn't terrible....down those two steps, and onto the sidewalk....it was shoveled, but it was so cold out, it was still a bit snowy and icy. I made it though, and brrr!
Since you all like to hear the hairy details of PT: I did hanging leg lifts with ten pound weights this time, then the bench press, which was not fun but not horrid. Then the leg extension to straighten that knee, which hurts more than the exercises sometimes, then the measurment: 115 bend today! That's only 3 degrees more than Wednesday, but Wednesday's number hadn't changed from Monday, and I was getting concerned I would get stuck.
So it was good. Home, into the house, brrrr. Paul made me a coffee, and I settled into my comfy chair for a bit with an ice pack. Then, up to do another round of exercised, then wrapped a few more things that came in the mail today.
Paul had places to go and things to do, but the girls were home from their shopping trip, so off he went. I decided to mosey into the kitchen and see what to make for dinner...and decided on "The Best Chicken Soup You'll Ever Have", recipe Ambition Kitchen cookbook. We don't have any couscous, so Cam made a separate pot of egg noodles. I chopped the celery, carrots, and onions, and packaged up the leftover chicken from the new pack, in lime juice, salt and pepper, and put it in the freezer. Miss Cam did most of the soup assembly, but we had a really good time working together.
Right now, the soup is bubbling away, and it smells so good, lots of rosemary, ginger, garlic...mmm. The Christmas lights are all on, and it's cozy in here. Life is good, and I am happy. A strange new Christmas song came on at PT today, the twelve days of Christmas but all the things that could go wrong, a complaining song, actually: five months of bills...! The PT said he just hates complaining, and I agreed. I said, "I am actually really happy. Life isn't how I want it right now, but it's my life!"
I didn't get into it really deeply of course, but this is a physical battle, yes, but mostly a mental one! I'm like: it has gone on long enough, I quit. But, I cannot quit. I have to keep working and moving and yes, suffering, to get that mobility back. There's this lie that when THIS happens, I'll be happy. But what about now?
Anyway, life is full of trials and challenges for all of us, but we need to believe that God sends all things for our good. Believe it or not, there are times I feel heartbroken and misunderstood, times I am lonely in the midst of all the busyness, especially these days when everyone else is busy and I'm not. People can say things that hurt, and you can either chew on them and get bitter, and turn it into a big thing, or let it go and drop it.
Anyway. Camille has discovered using the Kitchen Aid with the paddle attachment to shred the chicken...:). Off I go, to enjoy some soup...:)
This fine morning was colder than 18! Monday will be quite cold again...it's white out there, makes it special in here, with that lighting that only a yard full of snow can give...:)
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