Pregnancy has been a major topic of discussion in my household in the last week. My 7 and a half month pregnant sister in law Erin and my brother Boyd flew home from Australiaz. Last night at the dinner table talking about pregnancy, yet again, it reminded me of my own current physical state. (note: I am not pregnant) We were chatting about how many pregnant woman gain a lot of weight, start eating ice cream on the daily and think it’s fine and dandy until they have given birth and 6 months later unfortunately still look pregnant. The rivitting pregnancy chat made me think of my pain medication that I am happy to say I am barely taking any more, and how I have been making excuses for different emotions and feelings that have surfaced. I have spoken a lot lately to my friends and family about the emotional roller coaster I involuntarily hopped on two weeks ago; I thought the pain meds were altering my emotions. To some degree I believe this, is in fact, true. Last night though I came to the understanding that I am, plain and simple, just a big softy. With the help of my mental skills coach, I believe this journey thus far has just made me much more aware of my mental state and has provided me with the knowledge to process it in a more constructive manner.
I am just over two weeks in with my injury and I already want to take my brace off… It’s not a great sign if you ask me. I have experienced huge gains already in my rehab from sitting up when I am lying down (abs of steel), being able to sit for a much longer time, to driving over speed bumps in a fairly pain free state. That is comforting knowing, yet it is still frustrating experiencing these gains and knowing there is still a far far road ahead of me.
I am staying positive though. I have started to creat an intention for each day with the help of my mental skills coach. Each day my intentions are different. While keeping these intentions with me throughout my entire day, staying attentive to them, and staying very busy with tasks I have set to accomplish over the next two months, I can say I am a happy camper.
Puppies sure help though! Last week we visited a friend of Carol’s 5 week old litter. Need I say more?