Barbara Feldman: When I Get Better

When I Get Better

Did I mention that a few weeks ago I played hooky for a day, and went to Disneyland with my daughter, sister-in-law, niece, and nephew? We had a great time, and I did ALL the roller coasters. Whip. Whir. Snap. Whip again.

When I got home, my husband said I looked two inches shorter. I was just really, really tired. In fact, I was tired the next day too.

And then, three or four days later, stepping out of my car, I felt a little uncomfortable twinge in my back. I continued to feel it for a few days: a little here, a little there. Then one day, I was in agony.

And I've been in agony now for nearly two weeks. The doctor says I'm making progress, but it's just a little bit of progress each day.

I swear (you're my witness, right?) when I get better I am going to do more strengthening and stretching exercises. I've heard that yoga keeps you feeling young for years. I sure could use a little "feeling young" now.