I’ve had some rough days lately.
Just feeling extra weak.

Just grocery shopping is a trial. I even used the motorized cart the other day. I almost used it today, and by the time I got to the checkout I kinda wished I had.

That said? I’m down another pound and a half. So, keeping on keeping on, here.

Oh. Whatever it is that is the root cause of my balance issue has been off and on for well over a decade now.
It’s just how things are. Thanks for the good wishes.
Today was definitely better.
But I’ll have more bad days. That’s just how I roll.

Ya. I hear you about kids, & the worries over their decisions. All we grandmas can do is hope for the best sometimes.
My son is doing fairly well. Which pleases me greatly.
My stepson and his babymama? An entirely different story. A long story. We haven’t seen them in about 8 years because (serious reasons) and I worry. But I’m the wicked stepmother, and dad has dementia. So there’s nothing I can do.

Congratulations on the new job! I wish you the best with it.
And if you can’t do it? Hey. That would be disappointing. But I have a friend who has been severely disabled their entire life and they say we’re all only temporarily able bodied. It’s just that it catches up to some of us sooner than others.
Ya. That’s my version of a pep talk. Sorry.
I do tend to be fairly blunt.

I am sure you will do your very best. And that’s the key part.

Oh the balance issues are here to stay.
And I would not be too surprised to hear from a doctor at some point that a wheelchair is in my future. My ability to walk has been declining for over a decade. With literally all doctors shrugging their shoulders and passing the buck. Or worse.

What I do hope for one day is an actual diagnosis. I have my suspicions about what this is. And if it is what I think it is? It’s not the worst thing.

What I do know is it’s not psychosomatic. And my GP agrees.
With luck my next specialist will actually listen to me.

I am glad to hear the job went well. That is great news. Do keep us informed!

I am so sorry the job didn’t work out.
That stinks.

And no joke, the financial difficulties are awful. If we didn’t have my husband’s VA disability rating supporting us, we would be absolutely screwed. As it is I do a tremendous amount of economizing.

Myself: checking in.
Last few days were OK. Quiet. And low energy on my part.

I did my nails. That’s becoming a real obsession. It distracts me while I’m doing it, and gives me something pretty to look at. And I’m getting better at it with every attempt.

Today, while doing laundry, I noticed a bunch of beads on the floor. Turns out it was my old Weight Watchers bracelet I had made for myself years ago. The idea was you would move charms around to count your daily points. The frog here is clearly silver. Nothing tarnishes so completely like neglected silver. But I kinda like it.

The elastic had turned into yellow, brittle, spaghetti like bits. So it finally broke and fell off the shelf where I had clipped it years ago.

I have them packed up with my craft stuff now. Ready for the next project, I guess.

Physical therapy begins again today.

I have a mix of trepidation and happiness. It’s been a long wait for this one.

LynneM1980 wrote: »

Did it go Ok, Margaret?? Hopefully it is helping a bit, at least.

Yes. Thanks.

The PT was a younger woman. Very professional. She did a lot of reflex testing. And had a hard time getting my legs to kick, which was weird because they usually do. But didn’t this time.

And she had similar issues with ankle reflexes.

I go again tomorrow. And will bring my walker. She plans to do a “walking trial” which I’ve done multiple times.

Whatever is discovered or not discovered, as long as I’m not treated as a hypochondriac? That’ll be OK.