I've Gotta Crow!

It is time for me to step out of my comfort zone, or as the famous song from the musical Peter Pan says, “I’ve Gotta Crow!”  It is time for me to spread my wings and fly.  I have pretty much been a recluse in my house since July, not venturing out much on my own.  Some of the reason is that pain still controls my life.  It is better than it was initially, but it is still there none the less.  Anxiousness is another big factor.  What if I get somewhere by myself and the pain starts?  What if it gets so bad, I can’t drive myself back home?  These questions can also make me feel confined.

My first attempt to go shopping on my own was a failure.  I got dressed (which took me ½ the day), got in the car, put the key in the ignition, and then just sat there.  I played out the scenario in my head.  Did I have the energy to walk around the store, pick out clothes, try them on, and then after all of that stand in line to check out?  NO!  I didn’t have any energy left.  I was having too much pain.  Back into the house I went.  

I really needed to listen to my body.  It knew what it was talking about.  That first day it was trying to tell me my attempts were just too much.  My second effort was much more successful.   I went on a much better day for me.  I was even able to find a few clothes to get me out of those sweats I have been living in.  I think my family will be very grateful they will no longer have to see those!  Well, o.k., they probably will still see them, but hopefully not every day!  But more than finding clothes, it was a turning point for me.  It made me realize, I can do things on my own again.  It may not be as easy or effortless like it was before, but I can do it.  

Another milestone was reached this past weekend.  I haven’t done anything socially in a very long time, for all of the same reasons listed above.  My husband and I were invited to a Halloween party on Saturday.  Thank goodness it was not a costume party.  However, the party was a scavenger hunt.  It required 2 hours of being in the car with our “team” to jump out and take pictures of the items on the list.  We then were to meet back at the house for dinner.  Oh no!  Being in the car was one of the worst things for me.  Being in the same position for so long was just hard on my body.  Also, it would require me being out past 8:00 p.m., my new bedtime for the past 4 months.  We debated on what to do.  We really wanted to go, but could I handle it.  We could not go to the scavenger hunt and then just arrive for dinner.  But then, we would miss out on all the fun, all the dinner conversation would be about the scavenger hunt.  I decided to bite the bullet and do the whole thing.  I probably would not make it to church on Sunday, but I wanted to have fun.  I have not had real fun in what seems like forever.  

Before going I was having just about the worst pain I have had all week.  My arms were burning, my legs were cramping, and it even hurt to wear clothes.  Now that would be a problem!  After multiple changes I finally found clothing, socks, and most importantly shoes that were tolerable.  I took an extra dose of medication, but I was still in so much pain.  I kept debating on whether to go, even then.  I was not going to let the pain stop me.   I hadn’t been out in months.  I was just about in tears on the way there, hoping the medication would hurry up and kick in so I would have some relief.   We arrived, and what do you know!  I was feeling somewhat better.  We chose our teams and we were on our way.  I wasn’t the most contributory team member, but I was there.  I even was able to jump out for a few pictures.  O.k. - hobble out was more like it.  We returned for dinner, visited, and then said our good-byes.  I did it!  I made it though the evening.   All the worry of being in the car, sitting at the dinner table for too long, being able to maintain my strength while I was there were legitimate concerns, but I proved I can fight through them.  

I was right about one thing; I couldn’t make it to church the next morning.  My pain came on strong when I got home and I could not sleep.  My son kept me company by staying up and watching a movie with me.  I am sure he did not mind the sacrifice.   I have learned a valuable thing in all of this; I need to set goals for myself and stick to them.  I need to step out of my boundaries and spread my wings, crow a little.  I could possibly find out that I can enjoy myself, despite the pain.

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