Where's My Pony?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
You know, the one from the story? Here's a refresher of one of my favorites. It also happened to be one of Ronald Reagan's favorites.
The story concerns twin boys of five or six. Worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities—one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist—their parents took them to a psychiatrist.
First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. “What’s the matter?” the psychiatrist asked baffled. “Don’t you want to play with any of the toys?” “Yes,” the little boy bawled, “but if I did I’d only break them.”
Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his outlook the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist. He then clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees and began to gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. “What do you think you are doing?” the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. “With all this manure,” the little boy replied, beaming, “there must be a pony in here somewhere!”
I had a list of things I needed done but would put off until after my Synvisc knee injections. Now I am kicking myself in the butt because this has put me behind. With the ones that I got in October, it was as if I had morphed into a use-able body. After each of the three injections, spread a week apart, the pain diminished along with my sleepless nights. With my injections last Friday, it was different. First off, he shot both knees full of Novacaine. Next, he injected the Synvisc once the Novacaine took effect. I received Synvisc-One this time instead of the three step series.
By bedtime Friday night, my right knee was beginning to swell. DH took me to the Astros game Saturday afternoon and I didn't know if I was gonna make it. Too bad the escalator didn't drop me off in my seat. Sunday morning saw my left knee as swollen as my right. For the past three days, I've elevated and iced my knees and taken Vicodin for pain. My guys have been wonderful to me. DH is a most capable man and has kept me and Josh fed and our home clean. My good doctor is not concerned, and says I should be better in a week. This lines up with research I've done. I was expecting this event to go as smoothly as the first one. I still believe that I will emerge with great success.
This is my own pep talk. For years I have commented on Sparkers blogs to encourage them to hold their course during their bump in the road. I was into week five of my marathon training (walking). It seems that every time I get on a good roll, life happens. More than anything, I want to face these obstacles with more strength than I have - water off a duck's back - that kind of attitude.
As bad as my knee troubles have been the past two years, I've never experienced this level of disability. I am unable to bend my knees because the swelling is that bad. All that I am able to do, is lay down with my knees elevated.
And dream of ponies.