I feel like I tumbled backwards down a cliff, or out of an aeroplane, or off of a bridge. I did nothing quite so dramatic, however, I merely cooked dinner.
Not even a particularly complicated dinner.
But I did have to do dishes to be able to get into the kitchen first, which is a mammoth task (for me) to begin with.
Improving my diet has long been on my list of things that I need to get better at. Yes, I need to get better at improving, don’t want to shoot for the stars just yet. I don’t eat too badly, but that’s mainly because my prince is a fabulous cook. When he’s not around, however, my eating habits spiral down the drain. For someone suffering CRPS, cooking is a huge task. You have to stand for at least half an hour to an hour to cook most dinners worth cooking. You have to pick up crockery and pots. There’s cutting involved, which is a complicated and precise movement of the hands. There’s stirring, holding onto the thin handles of spoons and knobs to grab as you open and close the kitchen cupboards. There’s bowls to be moved around and pots to be taken on and off the stove. You have to twist a lot, lean, put force through your back and legs.
Probably seems like a lot to think about for a daily meal, huh? And to think that we eat three meals daily, or at least most of us do. Most days I eat two meals, simply because I don’t have the energy or activity capacity to handle preparing a third. One of those meals is usually toast (feel free to take a second to put your brain back together if I just blew you away with my culinary skills).
Yesterday, I decided to take a leap at getting better at improving my dietary habits. It was just me for dinner, so no help waiting in the trenches. I chose a recipe from an old Delicious magazine and headed across the road to pick up the ingredients for Spicy Asian Lamb Salad. That was body stress the first: Shopping.
Body stress the second was dishwashing, followed by body stress the third – actual food preparation and cooking. I tried to take regular breaks and let’s face it, a salad isn’t exactly a hard recipe to follow. It’s the small things that add up, like washing all the vegetables and finely chopping ingredients for the dressing and marinade.
I the end, the meal was delicious, just like the magazine title promised me. But afterward, I could barely stand up and I woke up in the middle of the night aching all over as though I had run a marathon. It took several painkillers to get me back to sleep. Today has been for rest and recovery…just from cooking ONE dinner!! Shortly I’m heading back off to the hydro pool, getting back in the water has also been on my list of things to do and I think a bob around in some warm water might help this nutso body to remember that it’s OK for me to do things occasionally.
Love & Exhaustion,