I know I wrote in my fragments that I was feeling so well, but it came crashing to a halt on Saturday! My sister arrived on Friday afternoon, and we were enjoying nice conversations. My husband wanted to help me (and save me) by doing the ‘legwork’ for dinner. He made me sit and guide him through preparations. I appreciated his assistance, and I didn’t fight it. Of course, it would be easier and faster to do it myself, but I’d be exhausted from standing and walking and doing. So I introduced him to mise en place – having all necessary ingredients and equipment assembled first. “We” made the vegetable medley first and let it simmer. Then the salad came next, followed by the salmon and couscous. Everything came together well, and it all tasted great. For the rest of the evening, we relaxed, and I was feeling super.
Saturday morning arrived, and I knew I wasn’t quite as “chipper” as I had been. My legs felt heavier, my movements weren’t quite as smooth, and I felt “different.” Blasted!! My husband was out, and my sister and I watched some cooking shows and talked about recipes. The little guys arrived by 1:30, and I was really feeling “draggy.” My SIL had to help me to stand at one point, and I knew the old MonSter was trying to take over again. Blasted!! I mainly just stayed seated and let the little guys play and build after the mommy and daddy left. When my husband got home, he noticed the signs immediately.
I put on a brave front, but I was feeling like crapola. I needed my husband’s help to stand, and he immediately got the wheelchair. Blasted!! I ate dinner sitting in the blasted WC pulled up to the table. He put the little guys to bed, and shortly after, I said I thought I’d retire, too. I was anticipating a good night’s sleep in my comfy bed, but it didn’t happen. I couldn’t get my legs to cooperate on the stairs, and my arms were too weak to hold me secure. Blasted!! I returned to the family room and said I’d just sleep there.
Of course, sleep was difficult, and I pretty much stayed awake all night. Blasted!! However, I did feel the weakness and lethargy leaving me, and by the time my husband came down with the boys at 7:00, I was feeling almost normal. I was able to wash and dress in the powder room, but I opted out of going to church because the heat was up to 92°, and I didn’t want to push my luck. I kept the older one with me while my husband and sister took the younger one. I was starting to feel really well, again.
The little parents returned, the boys had some lunch, and off they went. My sister had to leave by 3:00 to catch her flight, and then it was just the two of us. Little by little, my full strength returned, and I was back into the good feelings of last week. What happened to cause that step backward? Stress? Trying to do too much? Just the normal two steps forward and one back? Whatever. The timing just couldn’t have been worse! Blasted!!
P.S. I got a lot of sleep in my own bed, and I’m feeling great today.