Well, I’ve got my cane all spruced up with zebra print. I’m still trying to learn how to use it with ease. So far I find that I’m awkward and irritatingly slow when walking with it. I don’t like getting around so slowly, but I suppose it beats not getting around at all!
If I’m to be unflinchingly honest, the cane scares me. It scares me because it’s another reminder that my body is falling apart. It’s another addition to the list of the ever growing manifestations of this damned disorder. But, let’s not dwell on what we can’t change. At least not too much.
My hip’s actually been surprisingly good since my update post. I’m wondering if it popped back in while I was asleep, and the pain it’s causing now is just from the residual effects of it going out in the first place. It’s supposed to take 2 to 3 months for those types of injuries to fully heal. With a tissue disorder they never really do. I’m constantly in a state of injury and “repair” from one dislocation/subluxation or another.
I’m finally starting to get caught up on my blog reading. It’s surprising just how empty a spot they leave when I haven’t been through them in a while. I could liken it to when you haven’t spoken to a good friend in too long.
I’ve been teetering on the edge of a nasty cold for a few days now but when I woke up this morning I felt dreadful. I don’t usually get colds, or at least they start and then fade away. I think some hot chocolate’s in the cards today.
Hugs everyone xx