Yesterday was a bitch of a day.
I've been sick with a nasty upper respiratory infection for the last couple of days. I had every intention of staying in bed since I was off work, but I woke up bright and early and my first thought was to get up and walk.
"Absolutely NOT!" I reprimanded myself, "you're sick, you need to stay in bed!" So I got up, made breakfast and went straight back to bed. I tossed and turned for a a while before it finally dawned on me that my body was use to being up during the day and sleeping was not an option. My mind yelled "WALK" but I beat the thought down and turned on the TV, telling myself that I needed to spend a lazy day in bed...at least until Bella got home. As soon as the TV came on there was an intro about a woman who lost 160 lbs in a year and had documented her loss by taking pictures of herself in dressing rooms as she bought new clothes. I listened to the woman talking about her weight loss experience, trying to silence the nagging "walk...walk...walk" playing over and over in my mind, but I had no luck. So giving up to the inevitable I got dressed, asked my son to accompany me, and we went off to walk my favorite trail.
I only intended to walk the first 1.5 miles of the trail then turn around and come back which would make a 3 mile walk (my goal is 3 miles a day for this week) however when we got to the 1 1/2 mile mark I decided to finish the entire trail. Bad decision on my part. By the time we got half way done on our return trip it was really a challenge to get air and my right foot was hurting so badly I was limping.
We finally finished the walk (4 miles in a little over 1 hour...not my best time by far!) and my son invited me to lunch at Cracker Barrel...I inwardly groaned because although their food is delicious it is not necessarily diet friendly. Since they have no nutritional value menu I settled for something safe - pinto beans. High in nutritional value and not horrible for calories.
After lunch I was ready to go to bed, but DJ said we had one more quick stop he had to make. Then he pulled into a shoe store and surprised me by buying me two pairs of GOOD walking shoes. He said he saw how committed I was and it was obvious that my current $19 shoes weren't giving my feet the support they needed. He then followed the purchase up by having me stand on some kind of weird machine that scanned my feet and said I have very low arches and lots of pressure points that were problems. He bought special inserts for my shoes that promised to fix the problem and we were off.
When I got home Hurricane Sandy was just getting ready to hit the east coast so I turned on the TV and started watching the news updates, worrying about all of my friends who were in it's path.
I said many prayers of safety for the millions of people affected, especially those who I loved.
I decided to look through Facebook to see if any of them had posted updates only to see a post that my best friend of 30 years had been in a horrible car accident and had been taken to Barnes Hospital where she was awaiting surgery.
I immediately called her husband who assured me she was okay, but her left heel was badly broken and they were going to have to do surgery to get it back into place. My first instinct was to get dressed and rush to the hospital but he told me to stay home and he would give me frequent updates. NOT what I wanted to hear, but considering how sick I'd been feeling and the amount of goo I've been coughing up I knew he was right. So I sat and cried, worried to death about Lynda.
I stayed up late waiting from word on Lynda and my friends in the hurricane, but apparently fell asleep waiting.
By this morning I'd heard from those nearest and dearest to me, and I've been able to talk to Lynda twice. I would have laughed when I talked to Lynda because she was obviously under the influence of some heavy duty pain killers, but she sounded so pitiful I couldn't find anything to laugh about. Our friendship is so much deeper than that of "best" friends, we're each other's yin and yang, we're co-mothers to Brandi...we are ALWAYS there for each other and I feel terrible that I'm not there sitting by her hospital bed. In two weeks she will have a second surgery to put a steel plate in her foot to hold everything together, and you can bet I'll be well and will be there to hold her hand.
So I ask all of you to pray for my friend as she starts to heal. Pray for her family because this is going to be a big financial blow to them. Pray for all those affected by Hurricane Sandy, and pray that I am able to make it through the next three nights at work...because I still feel like death warmed over.
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