Yesterday started early but I was home in bed by 5 which was heavenly and slept better than I had in many days. I had a support group on zoom this morning. I decided to try walking at the gym and was able to go 20 min at a pace slower than usual. I felt smug. So I decided to walk Madi this evening. It was not a good choice to walk a 90 pound dog the day after treatment. A dog started running toward her and she took the bait. I was not prepared and ended up face planting in the ditch. She came running back immediately after hearing me swear loudly at her and laid down beside me as though she was a caregiver and not a troublemaker. Sometimes I think she recognizes her name as, “God Dammit Madi.” I have some abrasions and I know I will be sore tomorrow, but it could have been worse. Lesson learned.
I am not in control. 