The joy of a long walk, is so much time to think…I think that is a joy?
People ask me why I walk neighborhoods, alleys, and parking lots. I grew up on Haystack Mtn., we were the 2nd house built on the left side of BW rd. I don’t like to walk with traffic. Having grown-up in Cumberland you have to go out of you way to find traffic.
I do miss the Uncle Stan’s, who would say hello. The Dr. Bolyard’s who would remind you when to mow next. The Mr. Jackson’s who would tell you if you had a job, you could buy a car and not have to walk. lol. Now I like to watch the expressions of the people I do speak too…interesting.
After I told my Dr.’s I was walking they said ok. Since no one seems to have a cure for Vestibular…anything, the fact that I’m doing better is a plus. Having talked with many others…better is always good.
This seemed too much of a ramble to put on Facebook so I come here to practice my typing skills Those, to, are getting better…slowly. If you know anyone with VN, VL, Chronic Fatigue or the myriad of other ‘retro-virus” type illnesses and I hear about you making fun of them, I will personally come and beat your a#z. Yeah, even I used to think it was funny…guess what? Not so much.
I’ve had to accept the fact that flying around the world alone or scaling Everest in my underwear are probably out, other than that. I still see few limitations. For those that don’t care, it’s ok…neither do I! My journey without ME started 31 years ago, I think that is long enough. Be a part of team ME or not, it’s up to you. I’m moving on, one way or another!!!