Legs, where are you?

Over the past few weeks, I have been experiencing severe fatigue and leg pain. Initially, I suspected it was COVID-19 that set me back, but now I am experiencing this pain. Even after a brief period of inactivity, I find it challenging to move my legs when I rise from a seated position. My gait resembles that of someone who has completed a 100-mile ultramarathon. I am perplexed by the nature of this issue. Once I get moving, walking improves, but it is still very hard.

I am going to focus on anti-inflammatory foods. Since I am not a fish lover, I am taking chia seeds daily, eating blueberries, raspberries, cherries, and spinach, cooking with olive oil, turmeric, ginger, and cinnamon, and avoiding processed foods. Not sure if this will help, but this is not an enjoyable experience. 

I did get on two bike rides yesterday and today. Today was 24 miles with minimal battery use. It was good, but it did not loosen up the legs. The Bosch E-bike report is to the right.

Shelly has been so preoccupied with her father that I think she is in denial or hiding a high level of grief that is affecting her life. She is harder to talk to and really is not here. She was driving to meet me for the bike ride today, and she took the wrong highway, ending up miles out of her way before she realized it. I fully understand her faults, and I need to be more watchful over her. She even let her late aunt’s credit card payment go past due. She is the executor of the estate.

Her father fell a few days ago. He subsequently inquired about Shelley’s presence today, seeking confirmation that his daughter had been there. Shelley’s primary objective was to help her father recognize her as his daughter. The entire situation presents a profound challenge in terms of comprehension and acceptance.

A gash on his head from a fall, looks like this all day

Blood from that fall they can't get out

Having endured numerous deaths throughout my life, I have come to understand that coping with such events is never entirely straightforward. However, I find it somewhat easier to accept the inevitability of death. I have a personal statement that encapsulates my sentiment: “I only hope that I will live long enough to encounter the challenges associated with old age, as many individuals did not have the opportunity to experience such a phase.”

Shelley’s circumstances are particularly difficult to understand. Apart from her dogs, she has only recently lost her mother, her aunt in February, and now her father. Her limited life experiences have hindered her ability to process the concept of death. Occasionally, I find myself envious of her situation, only to realize that experiencing multiple deaths means I am not currently facing the same emotional struggles she is. While it may be tempting to believe that life is always better in someone else’s circumstances, it is important to acknowledge that the challenges we face are often unique to our own experiences. The grass is always greener, but then again, it is harder to mow.

Carry on my friends, carry on!