I've been limping for three days now. No idea what I did, but I can't bear much weight on my foot. Sometimes I wonder, how is it that I take such fabulous care of Little Bird, but I can't take care of myself? She's on a million supplements, I take no vitamins. She is at OT twice per week, I haven't been to the gym in weeks. Yesterday, I took her to school, the psychologist, did a round of therapeutic listening at home in the blue swing and then a little scooter-board action, cooked dinner, made it to a meeting last night, etc but made no time to see a doctor about my foot. And so I limp along.
It reminds me of being on an airplane. My mom was a stewardess for 15 years, you know. Do not call her a flight attendant. She was a stew. My dad was a passenger. Sparks flew somewhere between NY and LA. I think by the time they landed they'd moved in together. Married 37 yrs, btw. Anyway, you know how the flight attendants go through their spiel and tell you to put your oxygen mask on before you put one on a child and/or others?? Well, that's because we need to be able to take care of ourselves first, before we can care for others.
Bottom line: I'm not taking care of myself. My grandma g always put off taking care of herself because she was too busy taking care of my grandpa. And you know what? She died first. Twenty years ago today. I have the yahrtzeit candle lit. I miss her every day. The bird's middle name and Hebrew names are after her. I bet she'd want me to get my foot taken care of.