It’s not everyday that you have the opportunity to celebrate and curse patience on the same day. At least not for me.  In fact, it’s a very rare thing for me to even have patience so to be able to celebrate it, that’s a very big deal for me.

Almost 2 months ago, I was diagnosed with Piriformis Syndrome, was in A LOT of pain and was desperate for any relief the Dr. could offer. My Dr. suggested physical therapy and I quickly agreed. I had never had physical therapy before so I was very nervous about it, having heard the horror stories of others who’s endured the grueling pain of it.  I just knew I needed help with my hip and if there was a way to relieve that pain, I was going to at least give it a try.

So I started attending sessions, my Dr. prescribed 12 sessions so I decided on 2 visits per week for 6 weeks.

Anyone close to me knows I have a VERY hard time with following through on anything.  When something becomes to hard or inconvenient or boring, I give up on it rather quickly.  So when I started struggling with going to these therapy sessions halfway through treatment, it was only a matter of time before I just stopped going.

Only this time I didn’t.  The therapy relieved my pain within a few visits and the rest of the visits were to build strength and range of motion back in that hip and leg.  Many visits I found myself saying, why am I still coming. This is stupid. Yet I kept going.

As of today I graduated from therapy, complete with a little “degree”. 

I am fully aware of how pathetic this probably makes me look being proud of myself for attending all of my therapy appointments, but this isn’t so much about the therapy as much as it is that I saw something through to the end. I completed the task, even though it wasn’t interesting to me, or fun for me.  I did it because it was the right thing to do.  I didn’t hate the place I went for my therapy, my therapist Sarah was awesome and we always chatted while we were doing the work on me.  I really liked the receptionist Debbie too. We both have crazy mad love for our dogs so we were always chatting about them.  Believe it or not, I’m actually a little sad to not be seeing them anymore. 

However I am so proud of myself for having seen this through to the end.  For once I started a project and finished it!

Unfortunately, my day is not without impatience issues. My Mom is sick again. Another Urinary Tract Infection.  She’s had these countless times before, but this one really seems to have grabbed ahold of her this time and they’re having trouble treating it.  She’s not eating, she feels crummy and is running a low grade fever.  The only thing that gives me hope is that the antibiotic they have her on is only given once a day and she gets them in the evenings, so when I saw her today she had only had one dose and that was yesterday. So I’m hoping maybe she just hasn’t had enough time for the antibiotic to kick in and start kicking this infection in the butt.  The nurse did mention to me tonight that if she doesn’t start showing improvement in the next day or so she could see the Dr. having my Mom admitted to the hospital. Which I’m not so unsure isn’t a good idea.

I always worry about my Mom getting UTI’s.  She’s had so many of them that her body has built up a resistance to alot of the more common antibiotics that most people would take to treat the infections. At some point there is a good chance they will run out of antibiotics that can treat her infections.

So of course I’m always reminded of my Uncle Eugene.  He died September 30, 1992.  He was only 31 years old.  He had had chronic kidney infections for many, many years, and ultimately he ended up getting a UTI that the medicines just couldn’t treat, the infection got into his blood stream, he turned septic and eventually my Mom had to make the horrible decision to have his life support turned off and we lost him less than 30 mins after that.  So everytime my Mom gets an UTI I’m left with jolt of panic that runs through me worrying, is she going to end up like Uncle Eugene?

Unfortunately all I can do is pray, hope and wait.  This is going to be a loooong weekend.  I just want her better. Plain and simple. She’s been my best friend my whole life.  Losing her would, well I just can’t even think about it. I know eventually that day will come, and thank God I have Cullen by my side.  So I know that no matter what I’ll be ok, but still, I want her better!

So, hopefully in the next couple of days this patience will have paid off and I’ll be happy to report that she’s on the mend.

Until then, good thoughts, prayers and kind words are welcome and appreciated.