One Day at a Time

Today was a very productive day, one of those days that you can look back on and say, "Well, I did accomplish a lot today, even a little more that I thought I would!" My mom and I made an afternoon of running a lot of little errands that needed to be run. It was great spending the day with her and getting her out of the house before her surgery, Monday.

Both my mom and I have had similar reactions to the loss of my sister, I think, neither of us have been terribly motivated to go out and do very much or be around too many people, other than family. Being able to spend the day with my mom made it a great day in itself, but it was also a lovely warm day in Charleston. We drove to Mt. Pleasant to take money and a camera to my dad. He is in charge of a youth leadership conference that is taking place there this week, my son Christopher is taking part in the conference as a participant. It was a nice drive to Patriot's Point where the Yorktown is docked. There were many people visiting Patriot's Point and the area was very busy while we waited for my dad came out to the breezway to meet my mom and me.

We were also able to visit with my grandmother this afternoon, though during most of the visit the nurse's assistant was giving my grandmother a shower. Once we did get a chance to visit with her it was nice to see that she recognized who we were. She even was able to tell us what she wanted and what was wrong with her. The only problem that she was having today was that the words she was saying did not sound correct, I am not sure she has not had another small stroke. Mom commented that grandma's right sid was not moving right or was weaker than it had been earlier in the week. I was excited to see that she was happy to see us, she recognized us and she did recognize that she was in her own room.

Each day is a different day for me, some days are more difficult than others. I find that I have to take it one day at a time. When I was first in recovery I found that this was the only way to make it through each trial. I had to use self talk and reminders to help myself remember to take one step at a time or remember that I was worth recovery. It is not so difficult to make each day happy and wonderful now that I am recovered, but there are times when I still need to use that self talk or postive motivators to get through difficult times.