So another morning, nearly three weeks in a row now, I started off crying due to pain. It is wearing on me. I dread going to sleep knowing that the morning is going to be hell. Affirmations of "deep and restful sleep, awaking pain-free" are not working. At this point I'm feeling like affirmations and positive thinking are complete bullshit. The Universe is laughing at them.
I started physical therapy yesterday, scheduled for twice a week for six weeks. I am very motivated to get my strength back. I have a good set of stretching exercises to do, plus I will add MELT and core work to the process. The therapist encouraged me to continue swimming, which I shall do. I have scheduled assorted dates with friends to get me out of the house. Cubs baseball and the NBA playoffs are keeping me entertained. I'm continuing the morning meditation practice I experienced in Bali.
"This, too, shall pass"--a life-saving reminder.
Leta
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| From a mural in Christchurch, New Zealand |
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