What a lovely weekend it's been: perfect sunny warm weather, lovely flowers in bloom, and my older kids gone visiting their Dad. I had big plans for this weekend to enjoy having the house all to myself with my just dogs and my 6-year-old, plus some fun times outdoors. But as I mentioned yesterday, she's been sick since Wednesday. And instead of getting better it's getting worse. No diagnosis yet but heading in to her doctor again tomorrow and possibly a specialist or two after that. The crazy thing is, she is miserably sick all night (and thus I am up with her, getting very little sleep) but then she gets up at 6 or 7am all happy and feeling fairly decent. I don't get it. She is very good at medical mysteries, though.
Anyway, four nights with 3 hours of sleep is wearing on me. I woke up this morning and literally stumbled around trying to get my bearings for the day. I was kind of mad that instead of having a nice pleasant mommy-daughter weekend with my girl, I was walking around in a sleep-deprived stupor. My first inclination was to sit and mope about it, stay inside and complain in my head about missing out on the lovely weather. But as the morning progressed I saw that I was the one feeling horrible, while my daughter was quite happy. So I decided to salvage the day... make the best of it.
I drank my coffee black this morning for the first time... another great step down from the sugar-and-cream or Splenda-and-half & half concoctions I started with. Black coffee just seemed fitting for today, and I liked it. I started washing the sheets, made myself a breakfast of free range eggs and bacon, and dug through yet another clothing tub until I found a comfortable pair of capri-length stretch shorts that fit. I slathered on some sunscreen and then my daughter and I took the pup out in the yard and played for awhile. We worked together pulling weeds and then sat on the bench swing and chatted. When we came in, we had snacks (protein shake for me) and then we dimmed the lights, put on a video and rested on the couches for an hour. After lunch, we loaded up the car and drove down to the park, where the pup played in the water and my little girl did the monkey bars and swings. It was just lovely out. A smoothie for her and an iced coffee for me and then we came home, ready to do a few chores around the house. I'm soaking fresh local kale in the sink to make kale chips later, and we'll take a short (very short, due to my feet needing to heal) walk after dinner.
What started as a miserable morning turned into a very nice day together despite my tiredness. I am very thankful for that. And thank you all who offered good thoughts and prayers for my girl when I posted on my Facebook page last night. I truly appreciate it!
My plantar fasciitis is of course still present, but I took a lot of your advice plus what I already knew from my last bout several years ago. Yesterday I found an extra, unused pair of Superfeet insoles that I bought the last time my feet were hurting. I actually stuck them in my house shoes (Crocs) and wow, my feet do feel better already. I also made a list of some good brands and styles of walking shoes with arch support and will be going out to try some on this week. I am also doing the stretches that were recommended.
I hope tonight is not more of the misery of last night, but if it is, at least I know I have all day tomorrow to find an answer and get my daughter help. I don't care how many phone calls and office visits I need to make, I am going to get some kind of answers and help for my child.
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