An Evolution of Life.

So here I am again, typing.  I made several attempts at creating audio files to avoid stressing my left arm, but I can't seem to find a way to upload them.  C'est la vie.  I wish I could've found a way to upload them for one very important reason----I spilled my guts, poured out my heart and am now a bit spent.  Where to go from here.... ?

It's been a rough couple of weeks with physical therapy and trying to avoid taking pain medication unless absolutely necessary.  I've had a bit of trouble with the new bed and will be exchanging it for a hybrid.  I prefer the hybrid (memory foam + springs) better anyway, but the Tempurpedic sales rep said the one I ended up with was better for me, based on what I told them.  Wrong.  lol  I do get that they tried, and I'm grateful for their help, but it turned out to be an epic fail.  They're policy is also... when you exchange it once.. you're stuck with it.  C'est la vie again.

Go with the flow, as they say.....

In the meantime I will deal with it as best I can.  Tomorrow my Lazy Boy recliner will be delivered and, if necessary, I will sleep in that.  Bed--recliner--whichever is more comfortable.  I have to say.. I'm excited about the recliner.  It's not cheap, but then a hand-made chair, leather and solid wood.... you get what you pay for.  Who wants to throw good money after bad anyway?

For the first time in weeks I'm listening to music.  Since the surgery I've been too painful to deal with any extraneous stimuli, including music (which I LOVE).  I've learned to take cues from my body and actually LISTEN to them.  And those are some hard-fought and won lessons, I have to say.  In the spirit of being far more kinder to myself my body dictates what I do and don't do; such is the healing process.

While it appears at times as if progress is being made with my shoulder healing, other aspects of my health continue to be a bit more stubborn (to say the least).  It is what it is, and I'm also trying to just do the best I can with that and not get down about it.  So NOT easy to do, trust me.  In the midst of attempting to make my health and life better I sometimes fail--but I keep trying.  In the deep of the night things are often breaching the perimeter of the impossible---pain, being worse at night, drags me right to the edge and invites me to give up altogether.  And I almost have.  But somehow I've managed to bring myself back again, to fall asleep out of (if nothing else) pure exhaustion.  There is success in those little battles, even if they're barely won.

My goal is to get healthy again, to have my shoulder heal, to tackle (finally) the fibromyalgia and break away from all the pain, to live, to live vitally and wholly, to be myself again... finally.

I want to find myself at home again, at peace again, to thrive and love my life again.