These last 5 weeks have been like slow motion. First it was the time that dragged, as I paced and fretted over getting answers. Then my body became the slow thing. I moved like an elderly person the morning after surgery. Now, 2 weeks later, I'm still not leaping up stairs.
This funny little toy is a reminder that I've always preferred being on the go. My mom gave me this toy when I was young. She teased that I was her "little angel on wheels"... the figure once had wings. I didn't even know what that meant, till later. But I do know the "Mom tapes" that still replay in my head are, "Slow down, Beth." To this day, I have to remind myself that it's better to pour the coffee more slowly, so you don't have to waste time grabbing the sponge.
These past few weeks have not been my ideal kind of vacation, but I've worked puzzles and read during the day. I've gotten around to playing piano and back to playing ukulele. And I'm not in a hurry, so why not wander out to the patio with my coffee before the day steams up? I always thought of myself as someone who stops to smells the roses. But I think smelling as you rush by, is not the same thing. I'm learning!
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!