Quasimoto Day

It's pathetic. I didn't do much at all yesterday. Yet this morning I woke up in awful pain and had trouble getting out of bed. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed, pushed up to a sitting position, and opened the night stand drawer. I shook out a Vicodin and swallowed it with the last little bit of water left in my cup, specifically left for this purpose.

I placed my feet on the floor about hip width apart, and pushed my weight onto them. I grabbed hold of the dresser and "stood." My knees remained bent, my back remained hunched over. Deep breath. Straighten spine. Not happening. Deep breath. Straighten legs. Not so much. Oh well.

I hobbled my way to the bathroom down the hall. Leaning on the sink counter, I managed to sit and stand as necessary. Still leaning, I washed my face, scrubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I turned and dried off on my towel, still hunched over. So this is how it's to be, Quasimoto day, hunched over. Another of the terms my daughter and I use to describe what kind of day I am having. Definitely a day to remember the instruction, "Stand. THEN walk." Some days I forget and try to stand and walk at the same time like I used to. On days like this, it doesn't work so well.

Out of the bathroom and it's time for the stairs! Yay! Woo! Ugh! Ok, hand on railing, other forearm braced against opposite wall, step down on right foot, pain in back and left leg. Move left leg to catch up to right leg. Breath. Reposition hands a few inches further down. Step down on left leg this time, pain in back, move right to catch up. Reposition hands. Step down on left again. And so it was for all 13 steps. Deep breath. Hobble to kitchen and put on coffee, my sweet, wonderful, morning "Wake Up Juice."

I've managed to make it upstairs to brush my teeth, and back and forth from the dining room computer back to the kitchen to drain more of the coffee pot. I think today's gonna be a slow one. Hope you all have a wonderful day. I think I'm gonna be reading a bit :-)