The other night, Gary and I were
discussing all the many, many things we still have to do to our fixer
upper. He says for me not to worry, of course, because he's a great
guy. Then he says, you know, we'll just do it one job at a time. I
laugh. Because I have no choice of course.
Ha! When you suffer from chronic
illness, pretty much everything is taken one step at a time.
Including steps. In fact, I'm pretty sure most things have to be done
that way. At least they do in my experience. Plus, there are the
little issues of needing to rest more often and just plain not being
capable of doing everything other people are.
You guys, one of my hands is now
literally a claw. My fingers are curled up like their natural duty is
to grasp branches. What the heck am I supposed to do with that? Not
much, as it turns out. Can't scrub. Can't pull weeds. Can't even push
my hair out of my eyes some days.
But hey, there has to be a benefit,
right? This is the Lupus love blog, after all. I have to find some
reason to be grateful. So, here it is. I have a perfect excuse to not
do the things I can't do. Unfortunately, most of the time, that's
more annoying than it is a reason to rejoice. That's because I've
always been kind of a workaholic. Getting it done is who I am.
So, though it may not seem so on the
surface, there is a hidden benefit to having a claw for a hand. I did
spend a lot of years doing everything. And I've still got a lot on my
plate. So there are some days when my forced laziness is something to
be happy about. I get to rest, guilt free. Which is something I've
never done before.
Now, if I could just get the other
people in the house to take over all my duties before the whole house
falls down around us.
Oh well, one step at a time. LOL
