Since returning from my two week out-of-town-wedding-fest I've been recovering. It always takes me awhile to recover after a trip.  I came home pretty exhausted, sick and tired from the traveling as well as all the bridesmaid and sister duties. I feel like I am back at square one and trying to build myself back up again.

It just took me over an hour to get up from my desk, go to the bathroom, make a cup of ramen noodle soup and shuffle back to my desk.

Imagine spending over an hour in slow motion, paranoid of falling with every step. I hate the feeling and dread each journey when it comes to accomplishing a task.  It sounds strange that it could even take so long when I cook up complex dinners for large group of friends. For those, I have my sous chef Jason, a routine and everything is propped up, including me, like a staging area. With someone near me I can create mountains of food, yet alone simple tasks like cooking microwave ramen and getting it successfully to my desk is my arch nemesis  

It is sort of funny but painful at the same time. I'm stubborn and try to beat "it" as if nothing can stop me, but it quickly puts me into my place.

I'm stuck between sort of walking and not. 

Even though it takes forever to do such a small task I must do it to maintain what walking ability I have left. Iit would be so much easier to quit.

By the way, all that effor and the ramen sucked.  To be expected, but alas the only thing I could make on a tired day like today.