I got sick and was not on the treadmill for two weeks. Before I even recovered from my illness, my children's relative with MS took a fall and broke two ribs so guess who had to take off work and take her to the ER? And guess who had to go over there every day to make sure that she was eating, to check on her in general. I did this for a week until her follow up. Then I told her she was on her own. She tried to tell me how much it hurt. I had been in a similar situation when I had a 5 month old, a 17 month old and a 5 year old and I had a car wreck and broke three ribs, got a concussion and banged up both my knees. So I already knew how this shook out. So I laid it out for her. Get up and walk or those ribs will not heal. You have to keep your circulatory system moving if you want to heal. And I told her it was up to her. Well, I go over ever other day and take out her trash. She seems to be doing better on her feet. I haven't asked if she is walking or not. I am done playing caretaker for people who refuse to help themselves. Life is too short for self pity and if someone wants to sit and feel sorry for themselves, they will do it without me. We'll see if she does what she needs to do. She has never done it before.
Now I am trying to get back to where I was. I am still climbing 5 flights of stairs twice a day. Haven't gotten back to my hour per day on the treadmill, but I have been spending a lot of time on yard work and will be working on my fence this weekend. So I hope that counts for something.
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