Once I heard a song called “Zing Went the Strings of My Heart”. It is a very old song, comes from the era of Hollywood musicals, but it is the title he won in interested.
I found similarities between the heart of the song and my own heart, especially that both are “Zinging. I’ve become too sensitive to the world around me. You can believe or not, but I began to mourn after a commercial playing, my eyes cry when someone dies, and turn off the TV when the news is too drastic. Sometimes I feel like a lonely child, unable to cope with world problems.
I’ve thought a lot about this emotional see saw. It happens that during the day they can mourn, laugh my head, being depressed and being indifferent - all in 12 hours. Such changes in mood, of course, conditioned by the level of pain and intensity of activities. The amount of work I have done during the day there is always an appropriate dose of pain during the night. While work in the morning pills (prednisone, NSAIDs, medicines for heart and no plaque), I am a pretty positive person. But before mixing with the blood that I have to wait patiently on the platform of heating, with the hope of being able to stand in the coming hours.
Today I made a great shopping, because tomorrow we will have a family visit. I hope that will prepare all the homemade desserts that I have planned. For example, I’m going to make pots of crème and one of the delicious cakes cookbook from Paula Deen’s. I guess we will eat lunch in one of the restaurants in the center of Nice, and meals at home, so I decided to cook some dishes prepared meat products, meat and cheese. At the end of my shopping trip, I’ve also fallen in the bakery to buy coconut cookies favorite of my son. Here I would like to emphasize that not what we eat every day. It’s all because of our guests. After they are gone, healthy foods without doubt will be back on our table.
Back home, while downloading the supermarket, I noticed a smelly surprise left right at the foot of our steps. It would be a large dog, whether it was a dog. I went home to leave bags, and returned with a plastic bag to clean the pavement, but it was too late. Someone or something has already stepped in it and smeared it. I was very tired after schlepping the grocery store to his house, but when I saw this poop smeared all over the place, I just got through the roof. My body shook as I was boiling with rage and helplessness. I felt pain in my arms, legs and back after the shopping spree, and now a dirty fury creature dared to kick me in the back - What could be worse?
To be honest, I’m in good shape now because of summer surgery, and all its complications. I’m slowly trying to return to my stretching exercises, but will take some time until I can train regularly. I would not like to admit it, but it seems to me just common sense. It was always difficult for me to find the motivation, what I really want is to be back. You probably know how difficult it is to achieve something without thrust. I hope that has not gone too far, because I’m going to find! First, I will check my belt, I have not used for ages. Maybe I’ll find my drive there, hidden beneath the dust and dirt, what do you think? In two weeks, I will see my surgeon for advice on the activities of stretching and other exercises. I look forward to my return home endorphins.
Dear friends, you are not alone in seeking thrust! Many of us living with daily pain, run through the neighborhood, screaming, moaning, laughing and finding motivation. Not to mention the “enthusiasm” - a lost land and remote areas. I have even forgotten the way to go there.