Time to change my picture again. I notice many people have had the same profile picture for as long as I've been around, which isn't that long really, but it seems they don't change. Quite a few DCFers change frequently. I guess I am falling into the latter category for a few reasons.
First, I feel lots of changes going on lately regarding me. After a few years of nearly complete inactivity because of a physical malady, I found myself weakening in body and spirit. As much as I fought this, I also succumbed to it, seeking out lots of hopeful treatments and being let down. I finally relented to epidural steroid injections and they worked, but only for a 6-8 weeks at a time and then I was back to square one again until time came for another injection. This in itself was a roller coaster ride. I would feel like a million bucks while under the influence of the shots, so I would scurry around trying to get all the things done that I couldn't do when hurting and weak. I was on top of the world. But the crash came eventually. It was inevitable. So there I was in the down days. Up and down. Up and down.
Then a glimmer of hope in a strange sort of way. Surgery. Oh no!. Oh yes! I was sent to see a surgeon for the second time, and this time my spine had downgraded to a third ailment, suddenly making me a prime candidate for surgery. I entered this realm with the same hope and trepidation I felt about the injections..man, this is invasive, but if it works?
I went for it. It worked. I am getting my life back, and even though my mind is ahead of my body's recovery at this point, I feel free and like a new person. Not the old me from before this all happened, but a brand new me.
So what's next for the new me? We quit smoking here at our house. I am a mad woman. It is driving me nuts despite the Chantrix. I never smoked even a pack a day, but I miss it real bad. The new me is a mad woman. This too will pass, won't it? Can't I just have one cigarette a day? Just one?
Physical therapy. I start on Monday. I need to loose the thirty or more pounds I gained over the last three years, but first things first. I don't care how much I weigh, I just want my muscles back. So, no staring at the scale and sighing. None at all. I just want to feel good. Feel great!
So I am going to have to change that profile picture of mine as frequently as feel the fancy, just because I can. It is great to be able to do what I want again. Or damn near it.