I haven’t done much today.
Given how two of the last three days have gone for me emotionally, I opted to do as little as possible. I’ve been sitting in front of the computer and tablet, goofing off and tracking football scores (another win for the Panthers, with breathing room this time).
But earlier today, I realized something.
The bare minimum for me is eating three meals a day, tracking my vitals, and especially taking my medications. Historically, I’ll skip a meal here and there, or a blood pressure reading, or a dose of medication. But I can’t remember the last time I did any of these things, and have records showing that I haven’t skipped a vitals reading in almost two months.
It’s a sign that no matter what’s going on, I can reliably make sure the basics are taken care of, and it’s a good sign. It seems small, but it shows the beginnings of getting my self-reliance back after several months of that being a very spotty thing.
One step at a time.
(In keeping with the theme of the day, doing as little as possible, this is going to be a fairly short post. In fact, it’s going to end right here.)