He's getting very rusty!

 

So I have been hobbling around with both knees paining me badly and hot as fire.

Last Wednesday I emptied the kitchen garbage bin in to the big wheelie bin for the rubbish collection. 

Wearing my nightdress and short dressing gown, I realised that if I bent over to pick up some of the rubbish that had fallen out, that my neighbours would probably get a good view of my bottom.

The remote garage door was up to allow me to pass behind the car, so I decided to be merciful to them and I bent at the knees to be more lady-like. Big mistake!

Both my knees popped out of alignment similtaneously and I actually gave a short scream! I staggered into the house and had a cry as I searched for my Tramadol which I keep for major fibromyalgia flares.

I  nursed my knees all week and they still are sore and hot and threaten to pop out of alignment at the drop of a hat.

It's hard to do much with knees that both have no ligaments to support them and no end in sight as surgery is too risky with all my co-morbidities.

So as long as I can keep shuffling I am OK but even so, it's more difficult by the day and I walk like Tin Man on the Wizard of Oz. Only now he's getting very rusty! 

 

Sufficient to the day

 

As  a woman who suffers from chronic illness and pain through fibromyalgia,  I often succumb to bouts of depression. I have a few tips on overcoming it. 

First and foremost, start your day in prayer. Ask God for the strength to face the day and play worship music to lift your spirit.

Try to be in the moment and take one day at a time. That's all we can tackle otherwise, the sense of failure can be overwhelming. We aren't meant to take it on all at once.

If you try to just focus on the next task at hand and not dwell on the future, it will help your attitude to realise that you have accomplished something. It will then snowball as you progress through the day.

With chronic illness, I set myself just one or two daily goals that are achievable: for me it is wash the dishes and put away the clean clothes. I only focus on those goals that I know are achievable and if at the end of the day, they are done, then I feel a sense of accomplishment instead of defeat.

Nothing depresses me more than a feeling that I have achieved nothing all day. I don't worry that others may say "for goodness sake, it's only washing dishes..." for us in the throes of illness, be it mental or physical- it's a big deal. Delight yourself in small victories.

I find that in setting small goals it knocks the cloud of gloom off its perch and makes me hopeful that I will be able to rise above the depression. Give yourself a high five and see that any job you do is a step in the right direction. It still blesses your family and serves the LORD. 

I think when we are depressed and/or in pain, the desire to go Home to the LORD is strong. After all, we are tired of living in a world of pain and we look forward to our redemption. But in saying that, we still have a work to do until that time. 

As FlyLady says, baby steps. But just taking baby steps lead us out of our rut and it is that first baby step that will hasten our healing of depression and sense of failure. 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

 Sufficient to the day is the evil thereof. Matthew 6:34