No shoulds or musts this Christmas just past. No presents exchanged. No dessert. Lunch at 4pm. Breakfast in pyjamas. It was just right. Spending time leisurely and watching the Christmas tree lights twinkling, getting Alexa to play Christmas music. No obligations. None. No travelling. None.
Second Christmas sober, yet it feels like my first. Newly sober only a month last year and it felt all so new and weird. It felt more like a sacrifice or a token gesture to myself, a temporary measure. Second Christmas in and I’m loving it sober.
When I watch a movie or a series I no longer get envious of the wine or spirits being consumed. I don’t go down the alcohol aisle at the supermarket. I no longer exchange rewards for alcohol. I don’t feel like I’m missing out by not drinking. I’m letting go of the crutch.
I no longer need actual crutches too. My fibula bone is mending well. The muscles around the bone are getting a workout. I can walk up steps easily but still working on coming down. Physiotherapy continues. Progress is being made.
Appreciation of small things is what I have learnt. Here are a few:
I can place bread in the toaster without needing to remove my crutch.
I can fetch someone else a cup of tea and something sweet.
Having a bath is wonderful.
Listen to your body. When it needs sleep: sleep.
I no longer need to put on a moon boot and gather crutches to get from bed to the loo. Accidents did happen.
Loading a dishwasher is a job of satisfaction now not a chore.
Walking barefoot on the sand at the beach is precious. And then when the water washes over your feet it’s a rush of joy.
I can now sew back on all the buttons that came off the duvet bottom. Each time I fluffed up the duvet the buttons got caught in my crutch, and off they flew. I have collected them in a jar. Time for a repair job.
Learning to be a better passenger in the car. Holding my tongue. Then enjoying being driven. Letting the driver drive without ‘helpful’ comments from the backseat driver sitting in front seat, without the wheel.
Housework is no longer loathsome. It’s growing on me.
I no longer take my body for granted.
Six weeks in bed was actually enjoyable. I had one really grumpy day but otherwise I made the most of it. Reading, writing, drawing, thinking, watching films and documentaries, drinking lots of water. I didn’t have to look after anyone but myself. DH looked after me, fed me and amused me.
Knee scooters are awesome. Mobility increases 10 fold.
Get lessons on how to hold crutches properly. I was holding mine backwards. Yes it is possible but very unstable. Now I am a pro.
Patience is a virtue.
Spending time with yourself is enjoyable.
A tray turned upside down makes a great table in bed.
All the best for 2020!