I feel like going on a strike.
How I miss just getting up to do whatever I liked or to go wherever I wanted.
Now before rising from my bed, I think for a few minutes because the process is tiresome and tiring, first lifting myself on one leg, hopping on it with the help of the walker to just pay a visit to the loo.
But going to strike isn’t an option, it’s the only way to manage before I will hopefully get better enough to resume my daily walks and other activities.
It’s just a little more than 5 weeks to go and I’m hoping that this too shall pass ( quickly, fingers crossed).
Meanwhile, I’m trying to use my time reading and writing blogs.
Written for Six Sentences Story- Strike, hosted by Denise