Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
Time to Swallow My Pride
At the ripe old age of 41, I've decided it's time to try using a cane. I can no longer stand on my own two feet painlessly enough to function. The other night I was in a long line at a store and was about in tears when someone ahead of me needed a price check or something. I was desperate for something to lean on, but just had to wait. Pitiful. When I finally got out of there, I went to the grocery store and leaned on the blessed cart for dear life. I decided to skip an item on my list because it would have meant walking farther. Several items I bought are still in my car because bringing them in would have meant extra trips. Pitiful, pitiful. Today I sat like a lump during almost the entire worship service. Not only pitiful, but a hindrance to my worship. Later I was attempting to chat with some friends, but that again required standing with no support. I tried to take one step backward to lean on a window sill, and everybody thought I was leaving the conversation. Pitiful and giving the impression of uninterested rudeness. This time I gave vent to the tears as I drove home. And now I'm giving vent to the blogosphere. Please excuse my public boo-hooing. And if you have any ideas as to how I should deal with my knee problem, please forbear unless you know me in person and can speak to me in person. I'm jus' lookin' for a little sympathy here, not medical advice. ;-)
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 7:49 PM
On September 21, 2008 10:35 PMDwrote... Awww! I feel for you! When my back goes out, it is quite unbelievable and sometimes overwhelming as to how many simple things (including the appearance of politeness and interest while I am searching my mind and the room for a way to alleviate some pain!) are so difficult to do! I will pray for your sitch and wisdom!
On September 21, 2008 11:56 PMCheryl (Copper's Wife)wrote... I'll render all the sympathy you need, having frequent problems with pain myself. It's no fun. I'm really sorry you are having such horrid problems with your knee. If the cane will help, buy yourself a pretty one and think of it as a fashion accessory!
I like the paisley, personally. But I've heard they sell one that has flame embellishments like the one Hugh Laurie uses on House.
On September 23, 2008 12:15 PMpentamomwrote... Using a cane is waaaaay cooler than being too much in pain to let your light shine. Really, it takes the focus off you, because people will view the cane as a minor feature of your appearance, whereas if you were the poor lady who couldn't get around or carry on a conversation because of discomfort or inability to get to where the action was, those aspects of your personality would attract a lot more notice.
Maybe it's just my overly stoical, practical nature, but I've always thought that using such necessary aids was a small price to pay for the increased functionality (in so many areas) that they bring. You won't catch ME refusing the hearing aids 25 years from now (which, if my family history is any indication, will be sorely needed for the sake of others as much as my own.)
So pick out a cool one and enjoy the benefits!
On September 23, 2008 1:12 PMValerie (Kyriosity)wrote... I am with you all the way on the hearing aids, girlfriend. We've been begging my mom for years to get one. The doctor told her once that she shouldn't get them just because her kids said to, but only when she felt she was missing things. I think she finally believes she's missing things, but now she's balking at the cost. I've offered repeatedly to pay for them myself -- it would be so worth it to get relief from the aggravation! -- but she just won't take money from her kids. Stubborn Yankee independence...what can ya do? ;-)