I slept well, with no discomfort. I was afraid to get up and find out that this was just temporary. I skipped Bikram; I finally got up around 8:30, very late for me. My hip and leg felt pain-free, back to normal. I was afraid to do much. I didn’t walk Elsa; she did her business in the yard. Thank you, Elsa. I did some cleanup and looked forward to going to school.
I called Toyota to make an appointment for a complete diagnostic. I asked if I could park my car there today. They said no again as they had yesterday, but this time it was because they have a small parking lot instead of some concern about liability. Then I called JAWS. I spoke to his receptionist. She knew my car was there and said that I could leave it there for another day when I can move it over to Toyota next door. I am concerned about driving it over and then having to walk back. This problem with my hip and back will pass. There is no question, almost, that I am having this problem because I am making improvements. Most people look at me as if I’ve lost a few of my marbles. My PT understands, as do my yoga teachers.
I showered and got ready for school. Everything continued to be okay. Then I had a twinge in my hip. Oh, Oh. I wasn’t interested in getting stuck in a crouched position at school and be unable to get home. I hung up my dress, put on the T-shirt I had just taken off, and went to my sofa/ anti-gravity chair. I did some work on the blog and then went to sleep. How could I have been so tired after sleeping for nine and a half hours?
Nonetheless, I slept deeply for a good three hours. When I got up, I had some discomfort on the outside of my right thigh, but that was it. It still left me concerned about the possibilities. Needing help getting out of bed to go to the bathroom was a low point.
I managed to get up and do some more organizing. I am sorting objects into donation piles: Friendly Place for the homeless, Memory Lane, a second-hand store, and Habitat for Humanity. I put my mother’s old Mr. Coffee in the HfH pile. We haven’t used it since we moved to Hawaii, time for it to go. That’s all my body would tolerate for the moment, but it’s more than nothing.
The kids came home late and went right to bed. They had their interview today with a farm owner from whom they can get housing in exchange for work on the farm. They will have to discuss it to see if they will accept the offer. If they don’t, I may have to encourage them to look for something else. On that subject: B stopped by last night asking me if I needed any help getting them out of my house. The truth is they are rarely around. I think the guy is scared of me because a) I have a loud voice, and b) he heard me screaming at someone on the phone during a disagreement. I think the guy prefers to be out of the house as much as possible as a result. My Mike didn’t love either of those two traits in me either.
es on our property. It's not quite a house; it's a 1000 sq. foot shed area with an enclosed room, which the original owner used as an office, with a full bathroom. B says it is his favorite place he has ever lived.
Elijah, his grandson, was there. He came up and walked Elsa. B brought me dinner: broccoli, fish sticks, and ravioli.
After dinner, I hit the sofa again. The kids who are staying with me came home. When they saw I was down for the count, they washed the dishes piling up in the sink. The woman walked Elsa before she went to bed. I stayed up relatively late because I had been lying around all day. I started watching season 9 of Doc Martin. I finally fell asleep around 11.
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