Right here near Thanksgiving, it feels really good to be so very thankful to not be having foot pain. I don’t want to be a complainer and I know there are people who have life threatening illnesses, have had years of chronic pain, heartbreaking family issues, devastating job losses . . there seems to be an almost infinite amount of problems and my feet issues were not even on the low end of the scale of what others are dealing with but . . after months of pain, tonight I’ve almost shed tears of joy several times at being able to do things I haven’t been able to do in months.
These things may not seem huge to you and, if I were dealing with worse problems, they probably wouldn’t be huge to me but I cannot tell you the last time I was able to cook dinner and clean the kitchen back to back. I would either cook earlier in the day, rest, then clean the kitchen after we ate or, if I cooked, then we ate, I’d do my best to get the dishes halfway rinsed and in the sink, stick dirty pots in the oven, sometimes wipe the counters, sometimes not; then I’d get up in the morning and face a not so clean kitchen. I rarely cooked breakfast during the past few months because I had to get the kitchen clean from the night before and then my foot was hurting.
Tonight I cooked, cleaned the kitchen – pots and all, removed the grates, wiped down the stovetop, cleaned all the counters, cleaned out the two garage fridges because tomorrow is trash pickup and it’s the last time before Thanksgiving. We’ll have pies and dressing and casseroles and salads and cranberry sauces to store in the fridge. I started a load of laundry before I started cooking; put that in the dryer after we ate, started another load of laundry, just went up and put that in the dryer.
Canning has been torture. The last big canning job I did was the eggplant salsa several months ago and I did cry that night due to my feet hurting so bad.
Another thing . . I always kinda jog down the stairs vs. putting the left foot on a tread, then putting the right foot on the same tread, then putting the left food on the next tread, then putting the right foot on that tread. Lately I’ve had to do it that way . . very cautiously because I could hardly put weight on the left foot. Tonight, without even thinking about it, I jogged down the stairs. I got to the bottom and realized what I had done.
Oh, my . . I always say I thank God when I’ve felt bad because I so rarely feel bad and it’s those days that make me really appreciate the good days. This evening, I’m REALLY appreciating a good evening.