I feel
like I’ve taken a backseat to life lately. After a few months of cancellations,
businesses closed, and being socially separated from most people that I know,
I’ve found that the less I have to do, the longer it takes me to do it. I’m not
as motivated as I normally am, and don’t spend as much time on a particular
task.
I’ve
always liked to power through projects. Start, persevere, and finish before the
deadline, or at least by the
deadline. Now, I find that two hours is about my limit for a couple of reasons.
Typing or using a mouse triggers my trigger finger, carpal tunnel, and
arthritis in my right hand. The second problem is that I have developed the
attention span of a gnat. I’m easily distracted, or led astray, by the various
activities that I need to accomplish during the day: volunteer work, conference
calls, personal financial work, writing, housework, yard work…
Most
days lately, I’ve felt my age. Up until recently, I thought age was only as old
as you felt, and most of the time, I felt good. Oh, yeah, I had the occasional
ache or pain, but mostly it was short lived.
Last
week, I was a mess. During the endless yard work, I managed to get poison ivy
from my wrists to my elbows. My left knee went from its usually achy self to
screaming pain when I spent too long on my feet. I was miserable and out of
sorts, impatient with others, and feeling just a little sorry for myself.
I made
a rare trip to town for an appointment so I checked my post office box. I
pulled out a few pieces of mail and noticed I had received a card. I opened it,
and inside was what appeared to be a hand-decorated card. On the inside was a
message “Remembering you in Prayer. Thinking of you!” It was from my church’s
prayer ministry. So there it was—just what I needed when I needed it most.
Now
that the state has opened up for business, many are breathing a sigh of relief
and going about their activities as usual. Still, our most vulnerable people
are still living life isolated and praying they don’t get Covid-19.
Long-term
care facilities are still closed to outsiders. It’s sad to drive by the nursing
homes where we played music and see empty parking lots. Isolation is hard on
people who live in nursing homes. They miss their families, the entertainment,
going on outings, and getting hugs from loved ones. It has to be heartbreaking
for caregivers and families who can’t have in-person visits with the residents.
Well,
life moves forward, and I need to move forward with it. Poison ivy clears up—eventually.
It’s amazing what a difference the weather can make with the body aches and
pains. I have an upcoming doctor’s appointment to have my knee checked out, and
in the meantime, capsaicin patches and ibuprofen help. These setbacks are only
temporary.
The calendar says I’ve gained a year, but my heart says I’ve gained
a new lease on life. Better days are coming, just when I needed them most.
Copyright
© June 2020 by L.S. Fisher
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