Back to the past

An update, for those who may be interested: I am feeling much better today, 76 hours after the initial loss of faculty. I can now walk quite well, and with almost no pain, and I am also able to pick up Jonathan again. My main issue is now with hinging at the waist, but even that is feeling a bit better. My body is a recovery machine, I guess.

I also did 10 crunches today to start strengthening my core. Jeremy met this news with a frown, saying I need to be careful not to overdo it.

I said, "I only did 10!"

He said, "How many crunches have you done in the past 12 months?"

I said, "Including the 10 I did today?"

You get the idea. So I am still committed to a slow and careful recovery, and tomorrow will probably just do 5 crunches.

When Jeremy and I get stressed we typically try to divorce ourselves from the present by either reminiscing about the past or obsessing about the future. Since I didn't feel much like future-dreaming today, I thought I'd explore what our lives were like one year ago. So here it is. One year ago, we:

-were living in Syracuse;
-had one baby who was just learning to crawl and pull herself to a standing position;
-were enjoying the onset of autumn and many trips to the Beak and Skiff Apple Farm;
-had no idea we'd be living in north Idaho in a year;
-had no idea we'd have another baby in a year;
-had no idea that Rachel would have a broken back in a year.

The more I thought about this time last year, the more idyllic it seemed. Jeremy pointed out that life wasn't totally rosy last September/October, since he was fully entrenched in a stressful bishopric calling and I was teaching two writing classes at the community college and he was finishing up several stressful grant applications and we were just adjusting to Clara's four food allergies... But looking back it just seems so nice. In my mind, we just sat around looking at Clara's cute face and feeling nothing but happy and relaxed. His version of events is probably closer to reality.