I'm not making any promises on blog posts for the time being. Re-entry is proving to be extremely challenging. I figured I would take a day or two to rest then return gradually to my normal active pickleball and swimming life. My body, ravaged by travel and the emotional/spiritual journey that was Bali, has elected a path of acute pain from sciatica. Pain does not lend itself to comfy sleep. Last night I tried sleeping on a recliner coach. I did not sleep at all, and spent several hours crying. Were it not for my sweet angel-love Barney staying all night on the couch with me, I don't know if I would have made it.
I am so scared. Scared that this pain won't ever go away. Scared that I don't have what it takes to get back in shape. Scared of the loneliness that accompanies pain. Scared of being a crippled old lady. Just plain scared. I'm getting in plenty of soul-rinsing.
Leta
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| Sweet Barney snoozing next to me all night |
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