My body has been on a 24/7 tear for the last two weeks, and wasn’t doing well before that. Yesterday, was a good day. It was the first day that I felt I could do (and did) laundry. I walked only with non-skid socks. I had my ups and downs, but I didn’t take a nap. I was tired, but I didn’t want to take one.
I was feeling slightly human for the first time in over two weeks.
At the end of the day, as my muscles started to seize, once again, I turned to my wife and said, “It doesn’t matter what happens with my muscles now, I was given a gift of today, and it will happen again.”
Many people live check-to-check. I live moment-to-moment. I don’t know when the moments are going to come again, so I max out what I can do in that particular moment. My maximum is greatly reduced from what it used to be. And, my ability level fluctuates wildly throughout the day. So, I never get to plan for what I can or cannot do.
It doesn’t matter what today is. It will be as it is. It is a gift, and I will live in whatever moment is given me.
Those in the IT realm that know me, have heard me curse track-pads. I just figured out why I have so many problems with them…. my finger spasms. I was playing Words with Friends and I can no-longer drag-and-drop with a track-pad. I must have been having small issues for the last five or so years (based on other bits and pieces of evidence.) My hatred of the track-pad was a casualty.
Until the next moment,
Jay C. “Jazzy_J” Theriot