Friday, August 8, 2014

A tale of two...

I bet you thought I was going to say, CITIES, hmm?But no, A Tale of Two Tomatoes', heirlooms that is, and they are just the beginning of that fine crop too as you can see by the remaining greenies!

Actually it is a short tale, not long at all, all you have to do is plant them, nurture them and love them and then they will bear fruit for you! TA DA! Sort of like what you hope your kids do with your grandkids...pass it on...
  

Follow-up:
Below is our porthole whole once again and looking marvelous if I do say so myself!

Moving on...

The day's beginning was fought with being unsure with my fate in the physical fitness wars.
In reality I do wonder why I am bothering with this concept that when tried on my own just proved to me that I don't seem to be able to regain what I have lost without screwing it all up with relapses.
It is terribly frustrating knowing that as hard as one may try to resume their life in the way that they felt whole, and capable, as in able that whenever you go to any of these programs reality slaps you in the face telling you to accept what is happening and just try to 'accept' that is the way it will be!
But I have this annoying habit of wanting things to go back to how they were before this all happened, in other words BEFORE Multiple Sclerosis.

Sure in my true reality I know that isn't possible.
As I also know how so many have different abilities and issues with this illness that as I have said before due to it acting so differently in different people its as if we have different diseases.
Some seem to not have the illness at all the way they can move and do things like the illness is just a nasty inconvenience and that they don't want to even discuss it and prefer to be in denial, while others are truly debilitated with it and have accepted their fate, and yet others like me are somewhere in between.
Last night I was definite that I was going to quit this useless fruitless idea to try to make better the lesser me through PT... but ALAS today there was a breakthrough, a smidge of a pittance of possible change. I found my tummy muscles, of course they were where I had left them and today my PT Sara had me pushing my back flat into the mattress of the raised bed, three quarter mattress on a hard surface stand. I will have to ask next time its true name. Any-who, my tummy was able to tighten enough to push my back against the mattress and OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EEEEEEEEEEE; what a feeling, the muscles were there all along, but of course! 

The sensation of accomplishment was sadly short-lived though, as I promptly had two bodily reaction, make that three, my left sciatic nerve decided that it was awoken too with an enormous ouch and my right thigh in the back upper quadrant went into spasm and oh yeah, flatulence also erupted at that inopportune moment, an embarrassing trifecta of oops! LOL! TMI? Oh well...

Oh what a life...
Even so I did not quit, yet...
And each day will be another hurdle to climb, metaphorically of course, (I cannot see me climbing anything in the near future, but who knows really? That's the spirit girl!) (Being my own weird cheerleader...) and so I will wait to decide, after all I did not win that plaque for perseverance for nothing! Although, it was for business, over forty years ago, but ourselves are our business to care for, right? RIGHT!

On that note of being rather trying, allow me to be the very first  to wish you all a very happy good night and kindly ask you to count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!


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