I am in a much better mood than yesterday. Just the fact that my podiatrist might consider surgery makes me incredibly happy.
Whether or not I actually undergo surgery depends on what the MRI shows, of course, and I don't yet have an appointment for that. The imaging center is supposed to phone me to set it up. Plus there's always the possibility that I have surgery and it doesn't help. It's sensible to keep that in mind. But there's also the possibility that I have surgery and it *does* help. There's hope. For the first time in many months, there is hope.
I've almost forgotten what a good mood was like. I am just starting to imagine how good life will be if this surgery happens and works. Because of the good mood I'm also thinking of other things I could do, little stuff like get the car washed... yesterday it wasn't worth putting forth the effort for something like that. I didn't even think about things like that. So much was impossible that I wasn't seeing the stuff that was possible.
I'm not sure I knew how unhappy I was. As I said in IM this morning, that's silly in a way -- I was miserable and angry and miserable and frustrated and miserable, not to mention in pain, and I knew it. But now that there's hope, I know it was worse than I'd thought. Way worse. Scarily worse. Maybe it's a blessing that I couldn't see how bad it was when I was in the middle of it.
If I have surgery and it works, I am going to go to the mall to celebrate. (Yeah, those of you who know me, you can stop snickering now. I still hate shopping, hate crowds, and hate orbiting for parking. But if I get better I am going to walk from one end of the mall to the other end because I CAN.) I am going to get vitamins (one end) and maybe order up some new eyeglasses (other end) and buy some chocolates (middle, second floor). I am going to play with the goodies in Sharper Image (near one end) and Brookstone (near the other). All in one trip. Not because I want to or need to but in joyous celebration of the fact that I can.
Already the euphoria is fading down to a saner level, and that's good, 'cause I have a job to do. But man, this is such a potentially big deal. I might be able-bodied again. Or, heck, I might not be, but for certain rather than "maybe" and "we're not sure". Because no one would admit the problem was permanent I never truly learned to deal with not being very mobile; I've been in limbo. Whatever the MRI shows I'll be out of limbo. And if it shows what the doctor half-expects, maybe I'll run again some day.
Hope this works.
Whether or not I actually undergo surgery depends on what the MRI shows, of course, and I don't yet have an appointment for that. The imaging center is supposed to phone me to set it up. Plus there's always the possibility that I have surgery and it doesn't help. It's sensible to keep that in mind. But there's also the possibility that I have surgery and it *does* help. There's hope. For the first time in many months, there is hope.
I've almost forgotten what a good mood was like. I am just starting to imagine how good life will be if this surgery happens and works. Because of the good mood I'm also thinking of other things I could do, little stuff like get the car washed... yesterday it wasn't worth putting forth the effort for something like that. I didn't even think about things like that. So much was impossible that I wasn't seeing the stuff that was possible.
I'm not sure I knew how unhappy I was. As I said in IM this morning, that's silly in a way -- I was miserable and angry and miserable and frustrated and miserable, not to mention in pain, and I knew it. But now that there's hope, I know it was worse than I'd thought. Way worse. Scarily worse. Maybe it's a blessing that I couldn't see how bad it was when I was in the middle of it.
If I have surgery and it works, I am going to go to the mall to celebrate. (Yeah, those of you who know me, you can stop snickering now. I still hate shopping, hate crowds, and hate orbiting for parking. But if I get better I am going to walk from one end of the mall to the other end because I CAN.) I am going to get vitamins (one end) and maybe order up some new eyeglasses (other end) and buy some chocolates (middle, second floor). I am going to play with the goodies in Sharper Image (near one end) and Brookstone (near the other). All in one trip. Not because I want to or need to but in joyous celebration of the fact that I can.
Already the euphoria is fading down to a saner level, and that's good, 'cause I have a job to do. But man, this is such a potentially big deal. I might be able-bodied again. Or, heck, I might not be, but for certain rather than "maybe" and "we're not sure". Because no one would admit the problem was permanent I never truly learned to deal with not being very mobile; I've been in limbo. Whatever the MRI shows I'll be out of limbo. And if it shows what the doctor half-expects, maybe I'll run again some day.
Hope this works.
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Yay!!!!! *crosses fingers and toes for you*
if I get better I am going to walk from one end of the mall to the other end because I CAN
Which mall? Great Mall of the Bay Area in Milpitas? :-)
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I'm gessing the mall by the Winchester Mystery House, myself ;-)
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But... but... it's chocolate! :-)
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It'd be more authoritative were you giving that order in appropriate attire... something purple, maybe? ;-)
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(Hmm, odd how chocolate is a topping but wearing chocolate is decidedly not toppish.)
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Yay for forward motion and hope!
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An odd suggestion, but I just read this book called "All In my Head" by Paula Kamen, and you might be interested in it. It's about the author's journey dealing with chronic daily headaches, but she has a lot of good things to say about dealing with indeterminate medical stuff that might translate.
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I am so pulling for you, hon.
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Oh, do I ever grok that! May it be so.
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