What a difference a day makes! Yesterday I cried 😭 myself to sleep 😴. This morning I have a new lease of life. Might be that the tears wore me out so that I slept 🛌 through the night. From 9 pm to 7 am. Whoa 😳 I can’t remember that last time that happened.
My tears 😭 sprung forth from physical therapy. No it didn’t hurt. Because it was just an assessment. With a bunch of exercises for homework. I really like my person. Even though she tells me the muscles 💪🏻 on my left side, lower back are basically useless. I need to strengthen my core. Improving that should bring relief 😮💨.
I cried because the dam finally broke. I had been holding in my emotions for so long. The 💦 waterworks had no place to go but out. And you guys know. You’ve been along for the ride with me as I search for answers then come back here to release the hounds afterwards. And I only began the blog in 2016. I first started 👀 looking for a diagnosis all the way back in 2010. That is 12 long years.
I’m no closer to an answer. But I have a plan. And that’s what makes me feel better. Getting it all out of my system, then starting over. I will do those damn exercises every! single! day! Wish me luck 🍀 something tells me I’m gonna need it.
As always more to come.