Muscle weakness may last just a couple of days sometimes, but the emotional struggles it triggers linger much longer. Each day is one task at a time, pretending that I'm not afraid it will happen again. Especially now, as work is extremely busy, I push away the anxiety that threatens me around every turn. I have to remind myself that I can only do what I can and I have to be okay with not doing what I cannot. It has taken me years to recognize this. That there are things I cannot, in fact, do. ...and that is okay. Saying you can't do something is not saying you can't do anything . So I stop to smell the wildflowers, make time to read, play Solitaire or Kings in the Corner. Whatever I can make time to do to quiet my mind and think of nothing or anything else. But most importantly, I focus on people. The people around me don't care if I use a cane, or don't come to work for a couple days, or need to ask for help with a few meals or with my dogs....
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