Sore Muscles

As I age, I notice that my muscles tire and become more sore when I work outside. I also notice that my muscles stay sore longer. Part of the problem, I am sure, is that I am living a more sedate life than I did before. Writing requires less out and about than it did when I was employed as a nurse, even in the supervisory position.

As a nursing supervisor, I helped others lift and move people, walked a lot, and ate less than I do now. The stress and worry of staffing, patient and visitor complaints, and other problems were always laid at my feet for me to handle. I am writing my memoirs and hope to have it published. I wrote the stories from four years of being a naval corpsman, four years of nursing school, and thirty-five years of working as a nurse.

The stories run the gamut from extreme sadness to the very funny and joyful. I changed the some of the names to protect the innocent, confront the guilty, and to confuse those who don’t recognize the difference between the two.

 

But, back to the sore muscles, this past week, I got another load of firewood. I stacked wood for two days. The third day, I mowed the grass in my one acre lawn. I have a walk behind mower. According to the app on my cell, I walk almost a mile and a half. It’s been hot in the sun.

I do like to be outside, but not for extended periods of time. I have diabetes and the exercise helps me keep my weight down and my blood sugar and blood pressure under control. The exercise does make my muscles sore and the diabetes causes pain in legs, neuropathy.

I have several meetings this week as well as the rest of the wood to stack. The rain has given me reprieve today, but I have a meeting later today. Tomorrow morning there is a work day at our church and a meeting in the afternoon; Sunday, church, Sunday school, and another meeting in the afternoon. If I am not completely pooped, there is Sunday night service.

Most people hate to see Monday come, but this week, I am looking for a day to just stack wood and write.