It's a New Year

​Christmas did not come to the Kemper household this year.  No decorations were put up, no cards were sent and those that we received were put in a pile unopened.  No shopping was done, no gifts were exchanged, and no cookies or treats were baked.  The book we were reading together for Advent was laid aside and unfinished.  Sleep, decongestants, and cough medicine reigned.  I rarely got out of bed, while Mike had to continue working, grocery shopping, making meals, and caring for Dad.

December had been a heavily scheduled month with little margin for breathing room, but all those plans and needs came to a screeching halt while I tried to recover.  I sent my publisher a couple of emails to let him know I hadn’t fallen off the planet and discovered he, too, was suffering from this awful cold virus that hangs on and on and on.

As I was recovering, I went to my doctor’s office to check my hearing (which is still muffled from sinus pressure) and to discuss a tenderness in my left wrist that had come on over a month earlier but since there was so much to do, I pushed it aside trying home remedies like icing, pain medication, and hand exercises.  Since three weeks of resting it hadn’t improved anything, I thought I’d have that looked at, too.  It ended up being an inflamed tendon sheath requiring a steroid shot and a wrist brace.  I’m wondering if all this is becoming the new ‘normal’.  I’m praying that it isn’t.

But I’m slowly starting to get better.  All the things that were put aside in December still need attending to, but it has to wait until I can do it.  My stamina needs improvement and I can’t drive with the wrist pain and brace, but friends and Mike are helping me get out and about.

Look out, 2018.  Here I come.

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