Today I am sharing a story that comes from a one word prompt from Ali Edwards' online class, 31 Things. It is an older class and one I have completed a couple of times over the years. The class is simple. 31 one-word prompts. I tell a story using those words as a jumping off point. And, tell more of the story. While these stories could be short - and sweet - the intent is to tell longer, more of the story than simply the highlights. Like I said I have done this class a couple of times and it is so interesting to me where those one-word prompts take me each time. It's different stories each time, yet the same words. Here's the story of the word prompt: CHORES.
For five years or so my lower right back and right hip has gotten progressively worse and debilitative. This season of life has been - not fun! Standing for long periods are non-existent and short periods are hard and I’m racing to find a chair. Chores. They don’t happen. If Jeff doesn’t do them they just don’t get done or cleaning, like the bathroom, takes all day because I have to break up the cleaning into parts, with breaks after each for my back and hip to recuperate. Vacuuming. Never! Not in over five years. Life has been hard to say the least.
Finally, my doctor heard my cries and sent me to a physical therapist in January. When I began therapy I didn’t have much hope, especially after the therapist determined it was not my back but I had SI joint (sacroiliac joint) dysfunction. This type of dysfunction radiates pain to the back, hip, down the leg, into the groin and lower abdominals. In those beginning therapy sessions the pain was so intense the doctor wanted to prescribe steroids, but my PCM wouldn’t go for it, so I had to endure the pain. And, in the beginning every exercise was baby steps, the smallest of movements. I am nowhere near healed, but I have hope. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and with each session it gets brighter and brighter.
The other day I awoke with zero pain. Jeff and I had gone to breakfast and still no pain. We had nothing planned for the day and I was seriously tired of my filthy, dusty master bedroom. We were going to purchase sheets later that day and I just wanted a clean bedroom to go with the clean, new sheets. I pulled the vacuum cleaner out and began vacuuming every nook and cranny of my bedroom. I guess I should mention that I had to ask Jeff how to use the vacuum cleaner, first. The Dyson vacuum cleaner that we purchased five years ago. But that day, I bent over, I got into corners, I moved every thing, vacuumed the carpets, the chair, the furniture, the wood floor, the curtains, the quilts - everything. If it was a surface it got vacuumed.
I finished a chore I haven’t done in five years. It was a miracle! Sure, the very next couple of days I was in pain again, but an entire day pain-free - I have hope! I am hopeful the therapy sessions will make me well again. Then, I’ll go back to just hating chores, instead of not being able to do chores at all. You know what? That Dyson vacuum cleaner is sweet! March 2019