So yesterday, I believe that I more than made up for skipping out on doing any shopping on Friday, as I'd promised Addison we'd do. If my calculations are correct, we hit up 12 different stores yesterday. Granted, a few of them I was only in for about 5 minutes, but still. That's probably the most I've been to in a day's time since I was a teenager and hanging out at the mall was the cool thing to do.
We got a lot accomplished, picked up some fun items, did a little window shopping, and had an all-around good time with each other. However, a little more than halfway into our shopping marathon, I started feel that all too familiar pain. It starts like little pin pricks on the bottoms of my feet. Then my hip starts aching, the muscles tighten up, and I can feel the joint grinding with every step I take. Then the pin-pricks change to nails. But not just nails....flaming hot nails. I feel like I'm walking on a bed of flaming hot nails.
After a while, the pain in my feet starts to numb. And while I'm glad that the fiery pain is gone, the numbness is almost more difficult to deal with. It's like trying to walk when your legs or feet have gone to sleep.
In any case, I powered through, and we had a great time. We decided to stop at one of our favorite restaurants for a nice, sit-down dinner. I had a chance to relax and rest, which was nice. Well, nice until I had to stand up and walk out to the car. It was like the entire day's worth of pain all came flooding back into my limbs, and that 30-second walk out of the restaurant to the car almost had me in tears.
Now it's a day later, and I'm still recovering. Every step still hurts, and all I want to do is curl up in bed. It's hard not to get discouraged at times like these. Hard not to wish that I had the energy and stamina to do everything I want to do, when I want to do it. All I can do is keep pushing forward, and make the decision every day to focus on what I CAN do, as opposed to what I can't.