The only concert nightmare I can think if are my middle school choir concerts.
God bless my parents for putting up with those!
My weekend was challenging but it's ending well.
I am finishing up my visit with my parents in VA. When I got here Friday, my mom wasn't moving too well and was still in significant pain from her hip surgery. She was taking pain meds (norco
) every 4 hours, even getting up in the middle of the night to take it. But throughout the weekend her pain level subsided so we decided to see how long she could go without a pain pill, and she made it to 7 hours!
The only reason she took one is that her physical therapist is coming soon and she is kind of scared that the physical therapist will hurt her. I have helped her do her PT 2x per day while I've been here, and I've made her do laps around the inside of the house too. She is actually in WAY better shape than I had anticipated she would be by now, and I feel comfortable leaving her here with just my dad since her pain level has decreased so much. She's getting around well with her walker, and her balance is good, and I am just so ridiculously relived at how well she's doing that I would be giddy if I weren't so sleep deprived.
It's been a challenge dealing with Mom's mood swings and desire to be better NOW and Dad's giving in to everything Mom wants (whereas I made Mom get up to get her meds instead of bringing them to her), but I am glad that I was down here to help. My dad has a bum knee so it's hard for him to get around, but I think now that Mom is more mobile it will be ok for me to leave. Dad is next, once Mom is 100%, Dad has to get his knee replaced! So we will get to do this all over again and then I can be a pain in his ass.
The crappy part of my weekend was that when I went to go running, I discovered that I had left my orthotics in NJ.
So I still haven't run since the marathon last Sunday and I REALLY need a run to de-stress, but it will have to wait till tomorrow morning.
Bonus: I wish I could play the guitar well. I took lessons as a kid, then picked it up again as an adult, twice, but I totally suck at it. I want to pick it up again (again
) because I do enjoy it even though I'm so terrible. I can never get the one hand to do one thing and the other hand to do another thing. I have to think about it too much. I know it comes with practice, but I am impatient.
Runs in the family I guess.