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Nov. 10th, 2003 10:41 amI am really, really, really sore today.
The paint continued to kick our asses for another eight hours yesterday. We're taking today off, but tomorrow it'll be back to the salt mines again - not for a full day, though, even if it is a holiday.
As crazy as it sounds, there's a part of this that feels very good to me. I spent sixteen hours this weekend doing hard physical labor. I put in as much time as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
curiousangel did, and as far as I can tell, I was about as effective as he was. And then I went out last night and did the shopping and brought home eight bags of groceries, by myself. What I'm saying is: all weekend I performed like someone who is physically strong and capable.
I joked on Saturday that no one would expect me to strip paint if I were a girly girl, but the real thing of it is that no one would expect me to strip paint if I were as disabled as I've been for most of my life. It's incredibly cool that I've been able to do an equal share of this job. It's cool that Michael could work on his statistics test last night and count on me to handle the shopping without needing him to carry the bags for me.
There are times that my hip still hurts, and times that I still need help with physical tasks. There always will be. I'm okay with asking for help when I need it, and the people in my life are very good about supplying help cheerfully. But oh, how very very cool it is to be able to pull my own weight physically, not just mentally and emotionally.
The paint continued to kick our asses for another eight hours yesterday. We're taking today off, but tomorrow it'll be back to the salt mines again - not for a full day, though, even if it is a holiday.
As crazy as it sounds, there's a part of this that feels very good to me. I spent sixteen hours this weekend doing hard physical labor. I put in as much time as
curiousangel did, and as far as I can tell, I was about as effective as he was. And then I went out last night and did the shopping and brought home eight bags of groceries, by myself. What I'm saying is: all weekend I performed like someone who is physically strong and capable.I joked on Saturday that no one would expect me to strip paint if I were a girly girl, but the real thing of it is that no one would expect me to strip paint if I were as disabled as I've been for most of my life. It's incredibly cool that I've been able to do an equal share of this job. It's cool that Michael could work on his statistics test last night and count on me to handle the shopping without needing him to carry the bags for me.
There are times that my hip still hurts, and times that I still need help with physical tasks. There always will be. I'm okay with asking for help when I need it, and the people in my life are very good about supplying help cheerfully. But oh, how very very cool it is to be able to pull my own weight physically, not just mentally and emotionally.
