Not a surrender
This week has already been packed full of activities, more than my normal. Monday I worked with my stepmom canning salsa and applesauce, Tuesday I went swimming and then went on a variety of errands (found shoes that fit over my AFOs, found warmer winter clothes), and today I did a lot of standing as I sorted through more clothes at a charity where my stepmom volunteers and then went out to lunch. What the agenda still held was a dinner out tonight, swimming tomorrow morning, visiting with my niece tomorrow afternoon, packing for my trip, fixing my shoes (I need to add a new hole to the strap so the buckle works), sewing my slippers (long story I will get to another time on adapting), and the normal day to day stuff (dishes, cooking, etc.). My body is very good at giving me warning signs that I am pushing it too hard - I mean huge red flag warning signs. I am very good at ignoring these warning signs and pushing myself until I physically crash and end up very sick because in my mind changing my life to accommodate my illness is the same thing as surrendering to it. Obviously, I repeatedly learn that in the end the illness wins no matter what but I am stubborn. I detest giving it anything, even though when I don't give a little it steals a lot. Today I am making the decision to listen to my body, to see the red flags and respect them. I cancelled dinner and may skip swimming tomorrow morning depending on how I feel when I get up tomorrow. This is not a surrender. This is negotiations, this is a strategic retreat before facing forced defeat. Instead of trying to prove a point that I am in control and not the disease by trying to push beyond it, I will prove that I am in control by working around it and not allowing myself to get to the point where it overtakes me. I just have to remind myself that responding to the warnings of my body and accommodating them is not a surrender to the illness and then I am able to allow myself to make the choices that I need to make to maintain a decent level of functioning. So no white flags flying, but a purple blanket wrapped around me as I take a nice long nap!
October 7, 2009 at 7:45 PM
When you wake up, rested and sans red flag, you will see that I think you are an amazing person! I wish ALL of my readers would come read this post. I might have to 'feature' you in a post. I want to find you a mate. (Maternal instincts coming out again.) I found this kind of neat site today - writing a response to Deana's comment - you might want to look at it, too. Barbara
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