Small wins
Take ’em when you can get ’em
My wins in the past month have been reduced to the ones you wouldn’t even award a participation trophy, the ones a rebellious teen would make a point of not doing:
- Taking a shower.
- Making my bed.
- Putting on socks and shoes.
- Walking to the dumpster to take out my trash.
In other words, the simple things most people, including me until mid-July, take for granted. Yet each one gave me a sense of accomplishment, putting me another step closer to dispensing with the grabbers and sock aid, sleeping on my side, and rebuilding the stamina I recently had for walking a mile or two at a stretch.
The big win — forgetting the utter terror of lying helpless and alone on my floor with a dislocated hip — that, I suspect, will be a long time in coming.