We are home and southern Cal weather is good medicine for the weary. The reason for my title? Because we are just making it by the hair of our chinny, chin, chin…
Sometimes, in life, I feel (to coin a phrase from the movie The Outsiders), “Golden”. Then there are other times. Today, and yesterday, and the day before that (which would be Saturday), I feel I am “just making it”. And by just making it, I mean I am pushing myself to get things done that need my attention, but am struggling with even that. I am moving my body forward, whether it is paying a bill, following up a telephone call on behalf of our family, or responding to the many emails I have that require a response. But all the while my brain and body want to crawl back into my cozy bed and pretend I have no-one, nor no-thing requiring my attention. And when I say that, I am pointing the finger in my own direction as well. For even my own need for food, drink, and bathroom is an annoyance to my ‘just making it’ condition!
The above paragraph was written by me yesterday. Today I have discovered the culprit to my debilitating exhaustion of which I previously wrote. In an effort to medicinally treat a self diagnosed rhinitis condition, I used a nasal spray that was given to me by who knows who, and who can even remember when! This morning I took a closer look at the sealed pamphlet which was lurking inside the box only to discover the prevalent side effect listed (of any consequence) is, “tends to cause somnolence”. Now I had the general idea that that particular word had roots in the drowsiness category and to confirm my suspicions, I looked it up in my handy dandy dictionary (the one I stole from my high school library back in 1985; and which I attempted to return in 1994 only to learn it was no longer the type of dictionary the library wanted to house, thereby absolving me of my adolescent crime. Thus it has finally become legitimate in my care–at least I legitimately use it!). Yep, my weariness was brought forth through the use of an uneducated attempt to self medicate an undiagnosed condition. Sounds smart…good thing I’m not writing a medical advice blog because I just might also try to sell you a remedy/diagnosis from Better Homes and Gardens which for some reason was gifted to me by an anonymous source and happened to be the catalyst to my perusal of medicine cabinet options. Go figure, I sit down to use the john and find, through intensive study and research of course, via BHG, that I am the sufferer of “hormonally onset spontaneous rhinitis”. Whatever that means. That was my mal-interpretation! For I’m sure their article was presented in a manner which pointed the reader to “review the options with your allergy specialist”. But hey, that takes too much of my time. So I grabbed my ailment and treated it with with all the enthusiasm of a toddler and the first bite of his or her birthday cake…full steam ahead! I know, not too clever. Next time I’ll be sure to consult US Weekly or People magazine before medicating my new found disease. HA!
Anyway, Cole, Piper, and I actually left San Jose on Friday afternoon and made it home in 6 and one half hours–with snow and rain on the grapevine. The traffic conditions were optimal and the general flow of traffic was at a rate of about 90miles/hr (though I did slow down in the blizzard). 🙂
And even though Cole did not receive his magic wand effect of the returned smile he was hoping (and we were praying) for, I can tell you his balance is greatly improved and his face does seem more taught. Which in the realm of muscular dysfunction, taught is an improvement from atrophy. We do agree, however, that two weeks in a row is too much. His head is welted and the inside of his mouth swollen. He is exhausted from hotel living and lack of sleep along with the therapy. So while he won’t be rushing any time soon to again return to such a stringent therapeutic regimen, I’m sure he will return to the clinic for a maximum of 4 consecutive days in the near future.
And now his challenge is to continue the course of exercise and muscular manipulation prescribed by the doctors; while my challenge is to stay focused on the positives of life. And that, my friends, can be quite challenging indeed. Especially when seeing my son discouraged, disabled, and dependent is a heartbreak I carry daily. YET, I feel it more of a burden to “see the cup half full” when I have fallen prey to the side effects of prescription strength, though non-prescribed, nasal spray. Thus I avow to lay off the sniffer and to again attempt an attitude of thanksgiving. Because ‘just making it’ doesn’t really feel so good, and is definitely NOT where I wish to reside. No more rhinitis for me, but the hormonally challenged part of the equation will most definitely have to stay.
In the multitude of my anxieties within me,Your comforts delight my soul.