Since I no longer get trick or treaters I have to rely on past memories. I really don't remember what costumes my three kids wore, but my daughter had some great ideas for my grandson. One of my favorites is dressed up as a dog.
And then there was my second favorite-
I really don't like doing these exercises, but I hope the end result is worth the effort. I look around at people younger than I am and ask myself, what happened to you? I have no desire to end up in a wheelchair or using a walker or cane, if I can help it. I can either ignore the exercises or do them. The choice is mine.
I guess I can't always be right. After an appointment with my eye doctor it was determined that my last glasses were made as prescribed..Apparently it was all in my mind that it was the cause of my problem with balance. My physical therapist was right. It is no doubt due to weakness. As I believe I have mentioned before, I have used this therapist for various problems in the past. It looks as if it is up to to me to put in the work to solve the current problem.
I have survived three therapy sessions- whew! I am also trying to do as much as I can with the home exercises plus using my exercise bike. I sure hope when I finish this routine I will see some improvement!
Everything is sore at the moment, but I suppose that's to be expected. At least the therapy people are nice.
My son's dog, Cody, is adjusting- well sort of. I have to keep reminding myself that even though he is big, he is a puppy.
Things are moving along in a positive direction. I just need to try to be patient while waiting for the results.
I am determined that the therapy and new at home exercises will lead to better balance. I also vowed to use my exercise bike six minutes a day to prepare for easier therapy. Not sure what is going to happen but I am determined to do my part.
It seems it is time for change in my life. The question is will I accept it? First my dog Ejay , who died recently, has been replaced by a long legged male, now named Cody. He actually belongs to my son, well as soon as he pays the $50 to the animal shelter! They are both still adjusting. Cody is friendly enough, but I don't think he knows how big he is.
Next I have gone back to physical therapy to try to gain better balance. I had my first session yesterday and I was surprised at how much work I was expected to do. My therapist thinks the problem is weakness. Could be, as I spend way too much time sitting in front of my computer and reading my Kindle.
Anyway those are the current changes in my life. I can either accept them or not.
When you ask enough questions you get answers.Since 2010 my adult daughter has refused to communicate. Of course I have blamed myself and wondered exactly what I did to cause this to happen. This morning I ran across some information that hit the nail on the head. It appears the problem is hers not mine. The traits of passive aggressive fit her to a tee. I am wondering why it took me 12 years to figure it out. There is not much I can do about it as she moved to another state a couple of months ago without telling me. Twice during that time Fedex has left packages for her at my address and I don't know why. She hasn't lived at my address since she graduated from high school in 1997. This time I have no choice but to put them in the trash, as I have no forwarding address. The first time I managed to repackage the shipment and give it to a former friend of her husband's to mail to her. She didn't even have the courtesy to reimburse the person for the mailing cost. That pretty much shows what kind of a person she is now.
Since I am now convinced that she has a passive aggressive problem I am done. At my age I don't have time for this.
Sierra was replaced by a four month old male, to be named Cody. He has a good disposition, but needs a lot of training. He is also very stubborn. I told my son that he isn't going to be trained if he just sits at his computer and ignores the dog. We will see what happens next.
Tomorrow will be a week since Sierra became a member of our family. Tomorrow my son needs to go to the shelter and either pay for her or take her back. She has some habits that really need to be fixed. For one, she likes to sleep under my son's bed. There is no explanation for that. Her other habit of chewing on anything within her range is getting on my nerves.I am getting tired of having to close doors to keep her out of trash cans. It will be interesting to see what happens tomorrow..
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