I Pulled Into Nazareth, Feeling About Half Past Dead
Happy New Year! Miss Fannie sends her regards to everyone.
I admit to having a wild one last night. At midnight, I watched the time on my computer turn over to 2014. Then I went over to Google and watched the numbers 2,0,1,and 4 dance the night away. I did feel bad for the number 3, who was in tears.
I know...I know...I'm really out of control. Life in the fast lane for me!!
So why did I feel like I was hungover this morning at 8 am. All my joints ache and I feel like they need to be oiled first thing every day. Is it one of the Parkinson's effects or maybe I'm just getting old. Probably both...shit!!
How to solve this dilemma? Starting Sunday, I'm taking a yoga class. Really!! No kidding!! Lululemon offers free Yoga at all their locations every Sunday, from 10-11 am. I went to watch last week and I'm a little scared. People were moving their bodies into shapes I can only dream of doing. Hell, touching my toes without bending my legs would be a good start.
When I told my daughter about this, she laughed and said she couldn't picture me doing Yoga. Then she said she wants to do it, too. I think she may just want to laugh at me. HA!!
I spoke with my Yoga Guru about this and she told me to talk to the instructor about this and tell her about limitations. Start slow and see what happens. I don't think I can move any faster than slow.
I follow Yoga with a brain scan on Monday. Everyone wants to see what's in there. Everyone includes doctors, disability adjusters and I guess I do, too.
I figure between the Yoga and the brain scan, I'll be feeling more like totally dead on Tuesday. I'll need the man to shake my hand and really find me a bed.
So just in case I don't make it past Monday, I'm writing something for the next four days. Give ya'll something to remember me!
Have a Happy New Years Day. A time for my sister's birthday, some football and my traditional viewing of The Last Waltz...it breaks up the football.
Take a load off, Fannie...and put the load right on me.