Sometimes I have to let it go.

Like playing on those inflatable slides they have for the kids now. It not just bounce houses anymore, some companies have these humongous slides, and to get up to the very top of the slide you have to climb a ninety degree angle up the back of the slide, standing on a cushion of some sort that sinks into the floor, in the meantime you have to grab onto these foam "things" to pull yourself up on and use them for steps too. (Really?) I think I tried to climb this wall last weekend for a good forty minutes, because dang it, I was going to get up this slide. My husband kept telling me to give it up after I fell into the cushion that went to the cement floor underneath, but my stubbornness got the best of me. The sad part I couldn't even figure out why I wanted to get to the top. It wasn't until my 6 year old son came over to me and said "Mom let me show you how to get to the top of the slide." I finally sighed, and said OK. I followed Luke to the bottom of the slide where he proceeded to take off his socks and climb to the top of the slide by using the slide itself. It is really perplexing at times like those to think that adults are smarter then children.
When will I learn.

"Are you crying?" "There is no crying in......"

Finish that sentence. I can't tell you how many times in the last few months I have said it in my head. At work, at home, in the car. Everyday I have a new challenge, a new pain that is different from the day before, and yet, I get up every morning groaning, shuffling to the coffee pot and wondering if this pain somewhere in my body is just an ache that will go away as the day goes on or will it follow me until I go to bed. Then the cycle starts again the next day. No one will ever notice the physical pain I am in that I have learned how to cope with the pain. I still have to get up, go to work, be a mom, a wife, a friend, and still act like that there is nothing wrong except the ache of the "good knee" is the sign of arthritis and knowing, as my orthopedic Dr. puts it, "I'm screwed." Now, the point to all this wishy washy rant is tell you the two ways I have solved my mental debasing I go through everyday.

1. I have lost all sympathetic nodding to others that complain about their aches and pains, but do nothing to help themselves.

a. Do not look for me to agree with you. I am not listening to you. All I am thinking is you are complaining way too loud because I can not hear myself judging you. (Thank you Laura for that great quote) That is right people, I admit it! I am not saying nice things in my head about you. I am thinking that you are not helping yourself by getting every procedure done in the book, or getting a second opinion from another Dr. because the first Dr. did not tell you what you wanted to hear. Sometimes it really is tendinitis in your butt. Yes, this is possible, it is called an inflamed bursitis sack that sits by your hip bone. The best treatment for this is regular visit to your physical therapist, massage therapist because inflammation is normally caused by wear and tear. No, I am not a Dr. This is only an opinion through my experience and I recommend anyone who is concerned to go to the Dr. for the diagnosis.

2. Pay it Forward.

 a. Help those that need the help. My friend recently found out that she had a Cam impingement in one hip and a Pincer impingment in the other. She just got done with her first hip arthoscopy. She healing nicely, and she is even going to the physical therapist that I recommended to ghelp with her first bout of healing. The point is that I took my negative thoughts and helped her by answering questions she had and just being there for her. Her impingment just happened. There was no reason towards why her hips caused the impingment it was just wear and tear, but as a person that had been through the surgery twice before it was my duty as a friend and because I am a know-it-all I was meant to impart my wisdom of experience.  As I said from the beginning the main reason I write this blog is to share my experiences to make it easier for others.

I know this blog is kind of downer but as my friend Angie pointed out recently sometimes there is crying in life and not everything needs to be hidden behind your smile. You need to let people know it sometimes. This followed by the question, "Now tell me again what you did on a bike?"
That story is for next time.
Goodnight.

Introduction to "It's just Casey"

Sometimes I wonder how I can logically convince myself that I need to write a blog. I actually have never thought about it before. Sure, you hear about others doing it, but personally I talk enough in life why would anyone want to further subject themselves to my stories. Recently, I have been through a series of mishaps or what I like to call, "It's just me" stories. And what I mean by that is a lot of friends and associates start laughing before I even begin a story. To me these stories are a part of my life, day to day living with mild right side hemiplegic cerebral palsy. How dare they start laughing before the story starts. I mean seriously. I haven't even got to the funny part yet.
 My dear friend Angie, who is very adept in helping me work out all my damage that I have done to myself through out just one month of my adventures, was getting her laughing under control from a story I just finished. My right leg might have been just a little tight because of it. (Yes, I will admit she is my massage therpist, and a blessing.)
 She asked "Have you ever thought about writing a blog?"
You have such a gift in telling a story and I am sure there would be a lot of other people with Cerebral Palsy, that would get a thrill in reading about you and maybe you can give them just a little information that you know that might help them with their CP.
So here I am, and welcome everyone!
My goal every week or every couple of days is to start writing this blog depending on my life gosh knows what will happen tomorrow.  I hope to have a new story about one of my "adventures" or just a little bit of seriousness about aging with CP. So this is the only beginning, and I hope that this beneficial for not only me with your responses, but maybe I can help you too. So join me for next week (or sooner) where we will have a little discussion about Zombies.