Yesterday, I felt terrific. It gave me new hope. The cymbalta is definitely working. Each day it has been a little better and then yesterday, I almost felt normal. Well you know how that works.
I did a nice walk – managed to go a little faster without trying. I was out there for about 30 minutes. Nice. Sunshine. Walking straighter. I really did feel better. By the time I got home, Bill was waiting to go to the beach where the Harmony Art Festival is taking place. I had thought we were going on Sunday or I wouldn’t have done my walk. Whoops. I didn’t say anything and without taking a little rest, we went to the beach. We were there about two hours. It was fun to walk around and see the different craft booths and the gallery. Outside they were doing art demos and Alan Wylie was there. Bill loves his stuff so he sat on a log and watched. I tried to sit next to him but after five minutes I knew it wasn’t a good idea. OK. I went to lawn and sat in one of the chairs.
Bill could tell I was reaching my limit but he wanted to see the gallery. He found a book there by an artist he would like to take a course in. Then we walked around the lawn area, found the schedule for the art demos and just wandered. I think I did something then. I was a bit of a tough go on the lawn, not even ground and there was a dip that I didn´t see. Darn. I could feel something in my back but it wasn’t sore immediately after.
