It takes a village...

It takes a village to raise a child, but I can now say it takes a village to take care of ME. I have found myself asking for help with tasks that a preschooler could do. This weekend I could NOT get my jeans buttoned, I tried and tried but it wouldn't work. So I asked Megan and she couldn't button them b/c and I quote "Mom, I know you've lost some belly fat, but you still have some leftover". Yesterday at a birthday party I couldn't open a bottle of juice that had the foil lid. Thanks, Tom B, for helping me out. I also cannot open ice cream containers (life is rough, isn't it!). The list goes on and on. So today I break out the sandals for the first time this year. I quickly learned how hard it is to walk in sandals when you have no sensation. Nearly impossible. I thought the chemo shuffle was bad, but that was in sneakers. This is almost comical. I look like I'm drunk- or I'm a really bad hiphop dancer. I have also discovered that I can actually lose a shoe off my foot and not even know it! I look down and oops, what happened to my shoe. I am not kidding, folks. That happened at the office one day. I sat down at the computer and thought, hmmm, I am only wearing one shoe. There it sat, by the door, all alone and feeling quite lost. So anyway, back to the sandals. Imagine if you will, if sandals are hard to walk in, how difficult are they to drive in? Well, if you were on Kingshighway at 7:30 this morning, I am sure you witnessed it. I swear I looked like Jan Brady trying to learn how to drive- hitting the brakes too hard, speeding up, jerking around. Megan and I needed a neck brace after the wild ride we had. I won't go into details about how fun it was to drive down I-55 to Benton...
Gotta go, time to get back in the car and practice my dance moves!