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Tuesday 9 July 2013

It's been a good day

I woke up feeling human.

My ribs were a bit sore, my head ached a bit. A short while of moving around and a cup of coffee fixed me up though.

I was able to rise up out of the armchair without any moans or groans, I was able to walk without shuffling, I moved from room to room without first contemplating weather or not to use my energy for such a thing, I passed through doorways without my memory being erased of my purpose for going to any particular room. I was able to eat full meals, get up and refill my cup without a silent self-motivation talk. I made several annoying 'one-thing-at-a-time' trips without feeling drained and upset. I spent long lengths of time upright without flopping over and closing my eyes for awhile. My feet and hands didn't accumulate pain as the day went on. I was able to do some reading and hold the new thoughts in my brain for awhile. I was able to be supportive and listen without slipping into despair. I felt hopeful of a trip out of the house, although it didn't happen, maybe tomorrow. I knitted a few ladybugs and watched a tv program at the same time. I rested once, but not because I had to.

I wish every day were like this. Today I appreciated the air I breathed, and enjoyed the space I took up. I felt human until bed time when my limbs began to get heavy again, needing rest.