I am doing very well, and have realized through this recovery a few things:
- I am not Superwoman, and I am not quite as young and resilient as I used to be...
- I am, however, doing fantastically well by my and my doctor's accounts, and minimizing my stress level seems to help that by leaps and bounds. I get stressed past a certain level, and it is like I over-exerted and I am down for a day or two.
- So- based on this, I have realized that my energy is not endless, it is more like a rather limited checking account. To make withdrawals, I have to make the appropriate deposits of resting, and the like.
- The other conclusion that I arrived at is ... as I continue my healing journey and have fully recovered, that there is a lesson to be learned from this. I must internalize it, and be able to successfully implement it. That means my interaction with my mother.
- She found an entire kitchen drawer full of McDonald's, Burger King's, name-the-US-fast-food-chain-in-Appalachia's soft drink drinking straws, still in their little wrappers. She asked if the local domestic shelter would want them... Um... NO!
- She also was amused by the discovery, and said she was not sure why she kept all of those, as she goes to McD's for a sweet tea (YUK) and she uses and reuses the straws she gets, and she rinses them out every so often, and gets several days to longer out of them... <the sound of Lisabeth's head imploding... GAH!>
- In looking for something else, she found a brand new toilet flapper that had been in the bathroom a really long time... and asked if they went bad or had an expiration date. Now, I told her to throw it away, but I know this will come up again, and again. It has been in her house a minimum of 20 years. Some of those years with no HVAC. I can only imagine...
- She then stated, "I am not sure how I got all this stuff in here. I cannot find anything, and I probably do not need all this stuff. I try to go through something and it does not look like I did anything at all, and I get so tired... "