Shania Twain and Normalcy

A dear friend of mine has a blog called “Normal Is Just a Setting on My Clothes Dryer”. http://normalisjustasettingonmyclothesdryer.blogspot.com/ The journey traveled in that blog is different from mine, except when it's not. That blog covers a different condition, but our symptoms have crossovers everywhere, much like Shania Twain's third album.

I feel the need to mention that blog because I'm still talking about laundry and normalcy.

I titled my blog “Trying to Find My Normal” because my normal changes rapidly. What I could do yesterday, I can't do today. What I could do earlier in the day is now an impossibility. Yet tomorrow, I might be able to do it. The thing is, sometimes I'm not too swift sometimes when it comes to listening to my body.

Yesterday is a great example of my (stubbornness? stupidity?) inability to read clues. I did laundry. I did many loads of laundry. Looking back, one might even say that I did too many loads of laundry. Be that as it may, I did laundry. I smugly thought that I was being smart about it. I folded all the things as I took them out of the dryer, separated the items by the owner, then left the full baskets downstairs for someone else to carry up the fourteen stairs. Smart, right?

I did a couple of minor things, too, like dishes, sweeping, putting stuff away. When I felt like I wanted to sit for a spell, I made myself do something else. I figured if I could push through, I'd be fine. Hahahahahaha!

Last week when I did laundry, I was able to do all of that, and carry the baskets up the fourteen stairs. Yesterday, we ordered pizza for dinner and I went to be early.

When I say that I went to bed early, I mean early, like while the sun was still up early. Like a little after 7:00 early. Excepting for the brief wake up call from heartburn around midnight, I slept clear through until 7:00 this morning.

That's not normal. Only it is. Or it was my normal yesterday.

Today is a new day, and there's one thing I want/need to get accomplished; grocery shopping. I wanted to go yesterday, but I knew there was no way I was going to conquer grocery shopping and Mount Washmore in the same day (that was smart, right?).

On the bright side, Mount Washmore is now a foothill! Perhaps I'll go do some laundry...