In the World of Purpose
Ok, I lied (yes, we're actually having a follow up post here from two posts ago *wow*). My doctor's appoinment isn't acutally until Saturday. Mum checked...mums are so wonderful.
You'll be so proud of me. I managed to get all of my dirty cloths washed today. So, they're all still out on the line in the freezing air, except for my darling new pjs which are drying in front of the fire (yes, it's true, I ran out :S). I still had about half a basket full of cloths left over from my trip that hadn't been through the wash system yet, but that was mainly because most of them needed to be hand-washed (well, two of the tops anyway) and last week I'd only been intent on getting the very basics clean.
I'm recovering so much quicker from this trip, though. It was less busy ('cept for the few days at camp), but also I guess I knew I had to take things real careful. We'd get home from shopping and I'd lay out on Rach & Matt's lounge room floor in front of the blow-heater dozing while Rach made tea. And like I was talking over with a friend who has CFS (Cronic Fatigue Syndrome) I had made a plan to recover when I got home which practically ment not even going near the computer. I just slept and ate. Going down with the flu at the same time kind of helped with that. *nods*
You know, it's interesting, whilst I was down there I got to say hello to a Naturapath I used to go to (Rach had an appointment with her), and she was asking how everything was going with me (I'd had to change from her to a certified doctor so that I could be treated with prescription medication). I told her how things were kind of a mess and how I hadn't been able to do any school and it was really nice to see her actually smile at my comment to having given up most everything at the moment. I can't remember exactly what she said, but it was something along the lines of just having to enjoy this time and not wishing so much to be able to return to normal life, but instead to find forfillment in doing my best to just get better. Like I've been coming to have to accept, this is just a season.
I know this is kind of funny to say, but she looked almost proud when I told her I'd dropped everything. She's such a wonderfully helpful person and when I had been seeing her I'd come to realise just how frustrating it must be for her when people come in wanting help yet refuse to follow the very simple principle of not pushing themselves when they're sick and so only end up making themselves worse. She pointed out that if I'm not real careful I could very easily get Cronic Fatigue Syndrome. Most people who do get Glandular Fever first, then wham! because they haven't taken care of themselves their bodies just say, "That's it! No more. I'm not going to try and get you better anymore, and so they slip into CFS." So, with my beautiful combination of thyroid diseases and Glandular Fever I'm only one mis-placed step away from having CFS. I'd kind of had an inkling that might be the case go through my mind, and so it was really nice to have a naturapath tell me straight out. It makes it easier to take things real easy knowing that one year of this is way better than the possibility of being this way for maybe 4 more years.
The whole idea of thinking of this year as a "sabbatical" is really helping that. See, about a month ago Mum was telling me about this mum on the sonlight forums was sharing how her husband and her had decided to take a years sabatical from homeschooling (meaning that did no so-called school for a whole year). Like, you know how in the old testament it talks about every seven years having a sabatical on your land (meaning you didn't plant any crops that year so that the soil could have a chance to replenish itself). Well, apparently this couple went and looked through all of the examples of taking a sabbatical in the Bible and came to the conclusion that it could apply to them. They'd been homeschooling for 12 years and seriously just needed a break. They have three girls ages something like 11, 14 and 16 so they've decided to do no academics for a year and instead do something a bit like Ma in the Laura Ingalls Wilder series did where she had a set thing for each day of the week. On Mondays she did luandry; housework on Tuesday; baking on Wednesday and so on.
Mum and I thought the idea was so cool! And since I'm not doing any school at the moment I thought I'd take on the attitude of seeing this as more of a sabbatical year instead of as a missed opportunity. So on-
Mondays: I do secretarial duties (meaning all of the newsletters, bank accounts, and correspondence for Matty).
Tuesdays: I do my own secretarial stuff like say for instance writing a birthday card for a friend or sending back library books. That kind of stuff.
Wednesdays: are laundry day. And if I don't have heaps of cloths to wash or simply have more energy I could vacuum our room or something as well.
Thursdays: are sewing day. I so was not a sewing person before getting sick, but needing more none-physicaly-exhausting activites to do I dabbled my hand in and found that I actually enjoy it. So, I've got a cross-stitch to work on, and when I've finished it Mum has got to long-stitches she wants done so she can put them up in the kitchen. Also, Hannah and I are having our first attempt at crocheting our first little quilt out of granny squares. So far we have enough squares to fit the front of a cushion *grin*.
Fridays: are cook day. I'd been really starting to work on my cooking just before I got real sick, then when I did I just slowly stopped doing any because it just became too exhausting. But I figure it's fun and if I'm seriously going to have a sabbatical year than it has to include at least a little cooking, so even if I spend every Friday making the quickest culinary delights I can find in our cook books at least I'll be learning something.
They're really small daily goals, but just having this system is really helping. I have more of a routine, plus it's given me a purpose. Instead of feeling sorry for myself because of all of the things I can't do I wake up each day with just this one goal and when I get it done I have this real sense of achievement. It's so awesome to be able to think this is a "sabbatical year" and a getting well year. In that light it almost manages to look like I'm achieving two things this year ;)
Oh, and it's my birthday next Friday! The 9th. To announce it officially, I'll be sweet sixteen: never been kissed, never been given chocolates and in every way content with that (if that doesn't make a lick of sense to you then go read the book I Kissed Dating Goodbye by Josh Harris). And I'm about to go mad trying to figure out what Mum & Dad have gotten me. See, I wrote up this beautifully long list of all the things I'd gladly squeal over if I unwrapped them on my b'day, only to have Mum grin cheekily at me a day later when I asked which ones she'd bought.
"None of them." she replied rather smugly.
My curiosity went up twnety notches into the red mode. "Oh?"
"I'm getting you something else," she goes, "and I was kind of surprised it wasn't on your list 'cause I know you've been wanting one."
"I have?" I couldn't for the life of me think of something I've been wanting real badly that hadn't made it onto that carefully crafted list.
"Well, the really high postage cost was putting me off, so I rang up Rach to run it past her whether she thought you'd still want it...and also to ask her which one you'd like."
Really high postage? The only thing I could possibly want that would cost a mint to ship would be a computer...now, a plane ticket to American would cost heaps, but wait that wouldn't even be posted.
I was stumped; have been stumped; and currently am stumped. The thing is I wouldn't put it pass Mum to have said the thing about the postage just to put me off. So, seriously I have no idea. lol Jolly Mums. They always get this devilish delight out of doing such things. Not that I'm any different *fondly remembers a certain incident where Josh was totally convinced he was getting green seeds for Christmas*, but hey :P
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