It seems like only yesterday I was blogging about my precious Oreo....So much has happened since then and my time has been short.
I have been going to therapy with no results. The pain in my heal is persistent and during one therapy session (I'm sure the therapist thought it was a good idea at the time) I was put into a strange position that really hurt my shoulders and back. I've never had a bad back or any real back pain...I do now. My rotatorcuff is back to screaming, that hasn't bothered me in years. I'm not sleeping because of the pain...Do I sound like a mess? LOL I'm still smiling, because I'm still here to bitch about it.“We would never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world,” wrote Helen Keller. How I wish she were wrong. Disappointments leave us with the unpleasant task of squashing, crushing, and pinching life’s lemons to extract anything to transform into lemonade.
I was asked yesterday if I would still have my surgery, knowing what I know now (I'm guessing with regard to the anti inflammatory drugs I cannot take) The answer to that is YES. This pain will eventually go away, if not, I'll deal with it. I look back on the years I dealt with knee pain ..which was far greater then the annoying burn of my heal..I managed, not gracefully, but I managed...and this too shall pass.
Jules called me last week saying that one of our people (we tend to have our own world after surgery) needed to get rid of her pet goats. I know this person and know she has been struggling for a long time. Not because of her surgery, but because of asthma medication that destroyed the little stomach she had...Her life is one filled with pain and gives me inspiration to shut up about mine. I called her and we discussed her goats Lilly and Lou Lou, made arrangements to get them. Then at the last minute she said she just couldn't part with them...A feeling of love I could well relate to. No harm...but then she fell and realized she had to do the right thing.
So now Lilly and Lou Lou have come to live with us, they are the same goat as Jake and he loves his big sisters. It does my heart good to see him happy with his own kind and not so dependant on me to be his playmate...although I do love my time spent with him. He absolutely loves riding in the MULE with me, something he will not be able to do much longer. I hope to get all of them into the habit of following the Mule . I'll let you know how that works out LOL
So I guess the moral of this story is...If you have pain that is difficult to deal with...get some goats. Somehow their happy little faces makes it all go away.....
