I did it!
I made it through Thanksgiving without having to spend hours or days on a heating pad.
I’m not going to say my back feels good or anything, but I can definitely get around. Way better than last year. Thank the stars for Connie Chung and Stranger Things. Between the dry needling from Connie Chung and the massage from Stranger Things, I’m only at “stubbed my toe 6 minutes ago” level of pain. Not great, but totally manageable.
Not only did I make it through Thanksgiving with only mild to moderate pain, I also finished painting my dining room a few days before the holiday.
I did something I have never done before. After the walls and ceiling were painted, I redid the baseboards. I did not move two pieces of furniture when I painted the baseboards. I painted around them.
I have never done that before. In fact, in my past, that was unthinkable. That is not how one paints. You paint everything. With no drips, streaks, or holes and you do not paint around shit. Nope. My hips, however, were super tired of sitting on the hard floor and being asked to scootch down every few minutes.
I didn’t want to move the furniture. And I was tired of painting. So, I asked myself “Hey, wait…wait a minute? Whose house is this? Whose? That’s right. It is your house. You can Jackson Pollack the fuck out of it if you want.”
Something else happened on Thanksgiving, When my sons saw that I was struggling a bit right before dinner was ready to be served, they took over in the kitchen. They made sure everything was out, carved and had serving utensils. I sat at the makeshift kids table and let them take over. It was honestly like a Thanksgiving miracle.
The next day, after Randy’s younger daughter and her family headed back for their home hours away, Joey cleaned the rest of the house. All of it. Sweeping and mopping included.
As I sit here on Sunday morning finishing this post, I sit in a house that is fairly put together. I have no deep cleaning to do. I can relax.
My hips have no reason to complain right now.