A quick pop in update here.
It has happened. (Is this the confessional room?) I did it. I actually went to the ODIC lobby and had a single cocktail at their bar, full of people ordering big iced drinks to rub on their legs I might add... It's quite a raucous group in there. I had to make a decision to go to the ODIC... or retreat from work commitments by asking - can I please go lay down now and ice? And there was really no good time to do that so I was a trooper type and worked for many more hours than I should have. Many... And that then landed me right at the feet of the doorman at the....infamous ODIC!

Once I realized where I was,(pain both sides was my indicator) I lowered my head and tried to blend in. Imagine the shame as the former founder of the fondly remembered overly cautious dot org gang, imagine being caught ....there. Shameful. Unacceptable. So one quick drink and I scurried out. But I'm thinking it's maybe not so egregious if you did it for work ?? - not like I was out testing trampolines at a party or running marathons.
Anyways just wanted to say the cost was a day mostly spent in bed on ice and all seems well now. Lesson learned. Won't do again. But I went there.
The twins are doing very well now and walking devices are pretty much abandoned except part time if needed when out and about. But mostly I just lug a cane and try to find a place to post it where it won't fall and it always falls. I thought of
@An54 the other day....I knew it was time to put the dear walker away when I found myself pulling it along behind me like a kids wagon. Stopped in my tracks and said Huh?! Why am I lugging this to the next room? And I thought of when An54 was carrying hers so as not to wake her hubby!! We do silly things us recovering hippys.... and I think we sometimes heal faster than we are aware of. Besides a brief visit to the ODIC, I did learn that I was ready and capable for more than I'd thought --by simply attempting the task at hand. I had underestimated how much healing had taken place while I slept! This was of course a pleasant discovery!
I wish all healing hippys a new corner to turn coming up and endless ice in the meantime. And I wish everyone the quiet relief that comes when the pain subsides. Nothing better. Hubby had to remind me the other day of how bad it was before either surgery, how I was walking, or trying to walk. I had blotted it from memory ...it was so crippling. And he told me how hard it was for him to see me struggling so, in such pain and disabled. He kept up a cheerful face then but said it really broke him to see me like that. But he's right. We need to recall where we were to appreciate the journey and how far we've come, even mid-recovery. It just gets better.
I left the bartender a nice tip at the ODIC and asked him to please keep quiet about my visit. They do serve great cocktails there, I'll give them that. But they overdo it on the rum.... Guess I should've expected that.
Thanks again to everyone here for helping me get through it all!! Big hugs.


