Land Mines

Well, today is eight weeks post op, and things are progressing. I had thought i had reached a plateau, but I can see improvement pretty much daily. I'm glad there's improvement, because I was frustrated in the place I was. This vestibular loss, compounded by cerebellar issues, causes the day to day functions that a mother/wife has to confront suddenly require a great deal of effort, never mind glass blowing, motorcycling at the track, etc.. I plumb fell off my motorcycle while virtually standing still (a story which Chris has threatened to go public with), so Chris reminded me to take baby steps and got me a bicycle for Mother's Day. My first time on it, and try as I might to avoid it, I kept going straight toward the patch of poison ivy. Chris gave me a pep talk right from driving school about how you should look where you wanna go, not where you don't, 'cause you tend to go where you're looking. Okay. So I'm trying to be helpful and feed the horses, and because it was nearing the end of the work week when Chris had not been available to scoop much, there were piles of manure everywhere, like a field of land mines that were marked. Surely I could avoid them...but how do you not look at them when they are everywhere? Well, I looked at the feeder across the way and set out: A stagger to the left, a stagger to the right, etcetera, and back. Thank heavens they weren't landmines, because even if they were marked I would have been blown to smithereens. It's easy to have apathy about the bottom of your boots - now, if I could adopt some acceptance elsewhere!
Have a safe and fun Memorial Day weekend!
Jules