Yes. The new diagnosis made me sad. Thanks for your kind words. All Baby Boomers are in the same boat headed down the river of No Return. We will all get to the end. It is just that some will get there earlier. Who knows, I could live with this and prosper for a long, long time. I just had to take a day to process it. To accept that there is another alligator in the river to watch out for. The important thing is to enjoy the ride, look at the beautiful scenery and let the sun shine on your face. 'Nuf said.
What I really want to talk about is a shower. I have a little routine in the mornings. I set up my coffee pot each night so that my coffee is ready when I get up. One of my great delights - which are few and far between - is to wake up before the coffee pot and turn it on. I have such a hard time waking up in the morning that when I am able to get up before the programmed time, it is a High Five day.
I make my coffee, pick up my phone to check for messages, let Buddy out and settle into my recliner with my laptop. I read my messages, some of the blogs I follow and drink coffee.
Sometime during the second cup my coffee needs are saturated. I get up, lock the door - remember Psycho - and head for the shower. I turn on the hot water and make my bed while the shower is steaming up. And then I'm ready to enjoy. I know it is a mental thing more than a physical thing, but it is still my thing.
I wish I had one of those magical rain-making shower heads or a fancy head to turn it from soft to muscle relaxing jets. I have a nice, moderately priced shower head. Don't remember the brand. I have gone through several. I can never get them cleaned out good enough once the hard water sets in so I consider yearly shower heads a necessary expense.
The funny thing is that after the build up and anticipation, my showers are relatively short. When I first moved here I was conscious of the free water I receive. And since we know I love my yard, I also wanted to have enough water to water my plants without sending my landlord's water bill sky high. So I got in the habit of a short, but efficient, shower.
My hair is short so it doesn't take but a minute to wash. I don't usually use conditioners but when I do I usually do it in the kitchen sink so I can give the conditioner time to set in.
I think I've mentioned before that I use Oil of Olay hand soap for bathing and face washing because my body legs and arms have become so dry from the diabetes and aging.
I do like good smelling liquid soaps and I have half a dozen that I keep by the tub to treat myself. They are a great little pick me up when you are having a blah day and sometimes I use them just before bed to give me a sweet smelling send off. Yes there is often a second and sometimes third shower of the day. Yard work or summer dog walks often require a quick clean and the third shower is often just for those stressful days when your muscles need to relax before sleep will come.
However, the purpose of my early shower is strictly a wake up process. It signals to my body that the day is about to begin.
Out of the shower, feeling fresh and awake, I'll find Buddy sitting on my bed watching me. He knows this is the real start of the day and he gets excited. My body is feeling alive and my mind has kicked into gear.
I don't always dress and leave the house but I do dress for the day. I usually go back to my computer and start reading blogs. It is like just checking in with a friend to see what is new. I don't really know any of you, but I feel like I do. I know your kids or grand kids. I know if you are on vacation or writing a book. I know about your health problems or those of your family or friends. We share a lot in our blogs and I think it fills those little exchanges I once shared with friends at my office, or the soccer field, etc. The blogs I follow have become part of my tribe. I even share your stories with friends as a sign of success that can be had, or things to watch out for, or interesting news I have learned.
The shower sets me up for this. I am alive and awake and ready to listen and learn. Some would say that time is wasted on the internet. I would say it has it's place and it's use. It keeps my world bigger than this little room. It keeps me experiencing things I would not try on my own.
And, like today, I feel those pats on the back that are your replies that say - this too shall pass - and it will get better again.
Thanks for sharing my little world and sharing your world with me. I'm awfully glad to have you here.