The weatherman said it was going to rain today. Scattered rain, he said. It is raining hither and thither in Eastern Kentucky, but not really here in the Central portion of the Commonwealth. However, you can’t tell good old Arthritis this. O’ no. He is convinced it is pouring the rain and at least fifty degrees Fahrenheit. For the first time in a number of months, my ankles and feet are painfully swollen as are my hands. My back doesn’t like me either, and they kept me from doing physical therapy today, but not from some light loom knitting and just lounging. Even though there was a necessity of taking some extra pain medication, it is a good day all-in-all.
I consider it a good day in that I can speak, read, see, and move for the most part.
Yesterday was a fantastic day: I walked from the dining room to the front door and back to the dining room and the waiting wheelchair. Although I forgot to count the steps, I was able to pick up my right leg and take a step with it and this is a vast improvement from last week when all I could do was simply drag it along for the ride. (Last week the physical therapist demonstrated some exercises I could do in my wheelchair to help strengthen the hip muscles and other muscles in my legs, so I worked on the muscles the remainder of the week and weekend. It paid off as you can see…er…read!)
The right arm is also improving. Last week I could only do 10 struggling reps with it, but yesterday I did 20; and I graduated from the weakest Theraputty to the one above it, a bright yellow. I plan on graduating to the next color in about two weeks at the latest. I am knitting, loom knitting, working with the Theraputty, and working as hard as I can. It is paying off physically and emotionally.
I know the novel has already had its first draft written, but I’m going to take He-Who-Doesn’t-Want-To-Be-Named’s advice and just jump into writing the second draft. I sent him a scan of the first draft and he had good things to say about the first draft. Really good things. Surprising things. He also pointed out things I’d missed. Really BIG things I hadn’t even realized I’d missed and, of course, didn’t tell me how to fix them. He just said, “You know where you want to go with the story, but you’re combing two totally different genres and it’s going to take some melding to make it all work. Why not try to come at it from the other side and see how it works? Or, you can just tell you-know-who’s story first before the scribe’s and see if that ease’s up on the pressure.” There was more he said. It was a lot to take in. Some of it I didn’t agree with, or possibly I merely didn’t want to hear. Either way, I’m going to jump in with NaNoWriMo with one of three pieces, one of which could be the scribe’s piece, and whatever is finished I’m going to work on putting on Kindle and just continuing forward with my plans.
The idea of going forward and being published still makes me nervous, but it is a good nervous. A positive nervous. Right now I need all the positives I can get.