My Everest…

This week I have been busy baking. It’s something I love to do (but do I really???) Yes, I do love to bake! 

It’s something that’s calming and enjoyable for me, except for getting out the big heavy mixer.  But if I plan that right even that problem can be rectified! It’s  the Christmas baking that has me on the do I really love baking part.  The people in the self-care industry will love to hear that the stuff I used to roll up and do in 1 day has taken me almost a week.  I can hear that’s great, that means your pacing!  Wah,wah tricked ya!  Yes it has taken me a week and I have pushed through a few plateaus of I don’t know what !!! 

I took my tape off and yup I hurt .. when physio checks ROM at my visit and asks me what I feel I think I will say cookie pain or something to that effect.  It’s that time of year that you want to show appreciation to everyone that has helped you through the year. So I do that because I’m not loaded with $$ . I bake and as I do it well and people like my goodies I am happy that they look forward to something from me. One day I won’t be able to do it and then I will stop but until then I will hand out some baking. Maybe I should apply the pacing technique and pick a person a month ….for Christmas cookies then I would never stop.   Ummm I don’t think so I only bake certain ones for Christmas and then they literally chill in the fridge until it’s time to bake or I feel like it and then I talk myself into baking too many at once and then we are in pain for the evening but the condo smells damn good ! Physio was great too with the baking puns….. Half baked, evenly baked, lightly golden……we could go on!  As the tall skinny guy says (this is what my physio refers to himself) says to me we will tape! So as to ensure that you don’t get ‘baked’. 

I survived my aunt’s funeral to be quite honest I thought it was going to send me over into the “tilt zone”.  Many different family members in one spot having lots of opinions and all of them strong willed. But everyone was on their best behavior?   Or was it their best, uncomfortable behavior? The conversations were quite odd and maybe inappropriate for the occasion.  But I mean at least they were in attendance.  I took it upon myself to try to point out people to my uncle as they were coming in as some of them he didn’t know or recognize.  Or could miss because he was caught up in chatting.  When he got caught up in tears I made sure he was ok and gave him a hard time about something.  One lady said who is this person giving you such a hard time?   He looked at her and half laughed and said it’s my niece. Yes it’s your pain in the butt niece giving you a hard time and  keeping you on your game and making sure you are doing ok.  I was asked to say a few words.  Which until recently public speaking would cause me lots of anxiety and stress.  I went up there, did my thing and gave my uncle’s shoulder a squeeze and we were done.  I’m pretty sure I can thank scouts for the public speaking experience!  Came home not too bad as I stood most of the time but had 2 days  to recover before the holidays.