I'm 14 days into my new decade and my mom has been in the hospital for 10 of those....in the last week I've had to make decisions about tests that could cause kidney failure if done or death if not and something is missed. I've mulled over what we are going to do with her for the short term as well as the long. I've cried, I've rolled my eyes, I've fought with nurses, and I've been so very thankful for the outpouring of support from our tribe back in Sacramento. I finally got a ticket to head out there on Sunday. I had to hold off because I wanted to make sure my time there was a time where I could be useful rather than sitting in a hospital room.
My workout routine started strong. Held tight for two whole days and it's been non-existent for the last week. I thought I'd start on the first full week after my birthday -- at least with the workouts -- and I did. Monday and Tuesday I killed it. Wednesday I coordinated care for my mom. And ironed. And slacked on the workout for no other reason than I coordinated care for my mom. And ironed. And then Thursday I worked all day and Friday was busy with things such as lunching, teaching a bunch of first and second graders how to sing De Colores, and decorating for teacher appreciation week. Now with my upcoming trip I don't know what to incorporate. My routine -- or the routine I wish to have, really -- is an in-home DVD workout for a month. My mom has no DVD player, so....
I'll figure it out. All of it. The workout. The weight. The mom situation. It's what adults do. Adult.
Baptism by Fire sounds more like it!
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