Hello dear friends,
I think that my route from my studio to my bedroom has got me climbing the walls.
I walk from my bedroom to the family room. I sit there a bit and do some spinning, crochet or knit while watching TV. When I’m tired of that or when I’m hungry, I go into the kitchen and make something to eat. I take it with me to the studio and read something on my computer while eating. I will then paint for a bit, or play a game. Sometimes I make appointments. Other times I shop. Sometimes I just look around in the computer and jump from subject to subject. My favorite place to hang out is YouTube.
When I tire of all that, I make my way back to the kitchen. Coffee anyone? I will take the coffee back to the family room and see what else might interest me on TV. Nope. I then take my coffee and go to the back yard—maybe. Usually, I just take my coffee and go into the bedroom. There I lie with my feet up and yes, turn on the TV. I will then fall asleep.
When I wake up, I start all over again. I do this many times a day until I land up on the wall or the ceiling trying to manage my restless legs. I jiggle, I stretch, I massage my legs until I give up the fight. I crawl back down off my wall in pursuit of my magic pill to ease my pain.
Oh no! I’m back on my well-worn route—the floor. I start all over again.
This is the life of a disabled person trying to find something along the well-worn route that might interest he/she in a Eureka moment that turns normal into an ah-ha moment!
I can’t drive. Too many drugs, non-existent feet, at least it feels that way, seizures.
Does anyone out there have any ideas? I’ve already dug a hole in the ground and made a pond. Scratch that. I’m not motivated to write music. I am writing a book but need the motivation to finish it.
Hmmm. Maybe I’ll take a trip and sit on a relatives sofa. I then can make a well-worn route in their house.