Monday, December 10, 2012
I used to love living in MN and didn't totally hate the snow. I've disliked it more and more as I've gotten sicker and less mobile. I already have a hard time walking and am a fall risk, so adding in snow and ice makes it really bad for me. I walk with a walker, but it's still not safe. Plus the cold makes the metal of the old walker (it's a hand-me-down from my grandma) hurt my hands, even through gloves (thanks chilblains!).
Well, today was the first big snow event in the Twin Cities metro. The official amount at the airport was a little over 10", but I think my area was pushing 11" at least. When I woke up at 3 pm (I didn't fall asleep until 7 am) the snow was so deep on my satellite dish and in the air that I couldn't get a signal. I opened up my patio door to my deck and spent about 15 minutes throwing snowballs at the dish to clean it off. I couldn't get outside my house safely and there's definitely no way I could get a broom or something to the dish to clean it off without seriously hurting myself. Just throwing snowballs was bad enough on me! I totally throw like a girl, so it took a few dozen snowballs to clean it off somewhat. Then it took another hour or two (I was watching something from the DVR so I don't know for sure) for the storm to clear enough to get signal. Well, my shoulder is hurting from throwing (thanks Ehlers Danlos) and my thighs are burning because I was basically doing squats to keep picking up more snow. I've had problems walking all day from it.
A little after that a guy came to shovel my walkway, which is the only way in and out of my house (without jumping off the deck that is). I poked my head out to ask him to make sure he clears enough space for my walker, and we talked for a few minutes. Whenever someone is working on my house I offer for them to let me know if they need anything, like water. He asked to use my bathroom, and I sent him downstairs so he didn't have to take off his boots (I don't go downstairs often, so it would have time to dry). I let him get back to his work then, being sure to thank him for taking the time to clean off my sidewalk well for me.
It sucks to be 31 and so sick I'm disabled. I'm so afraid to leave my house not only because of snow and ice, but because of the cold. I'm trying to enjoy the fact that I don't have to go to work every day in the snow, but I still have doctor appointments and errands I need to run. Oh how I wish I wasn't like this, or at least had someont to help take care of me!
Also, because of the cold (my thermosat is at 60* and I usually have about 8 layers on between clothes and blankets, because I have no money left, so I keep the heat down and use as little light as possible) and extreme stress, my stomach isn't working well again. I'm back to more liquids and less solid food because my abdomen is cramping and so painful when I eat solids. I'm drinking hot chocolate, gatorade (room temp), and ensure (room temp) to get calories, but it's not enough. I've gotta start figuring out how to get food into me again. If I lose more than 15 lbs then the doctors will put me on a feeding tube into my small intestine.