Worse Before Better

If we were doing things in alphabetical order, things would be Better before they became Worse. Glad we're sticking to the old adage that things will get Worse before they'll get Better. Then we know the good is still coming.

After my visit with the chiropractor yesterday, I woke up with even more pain. This is what happens when he moves things back into place and my body isn't used to it. As I was crouched over a bit, I had to remind myself it's part of the progress to making me feel better. So I had another appointment today and hopefully the Worst is over and by tomorrow's appointment, I will be all Better!

I'm hoping the same for Carter's baseball team. It felt so good to get a win under our belts this week. Now we're sinking into the "Worse" phase -- with a 10-run loss (and no hitter) against Pittsville tonight -- and hoping the Better part of the season begins tomorrow. We will have a double-header at home against Marshfield Columbus. There's a chance Carter will see some plate time. I do hope it's Better than last time!

I am wondering if this principle will apply to my dad, who definitely was getting Worse, but is now Better. I talked to my mom tonight and she said he still isn't eating much ("and he had all this good food sitting in front of him!") but at least he is finding a way down the dining hall to eat with others.That sounds way Better to me than where he was a month ago!

Remember when I told you that he was actually dancing a week ago? I have to share a story from one of the hospital workers who witnessed it. Since my sister Rayna used to work there, too, she shared it with her. See? Things really do get Worse before they get Better. Now if Dad masters the chicken dance, they'll be Great! I'll just change names to protect their privacy...

"Yesterday some of us employees went down to CCC (Continuing Care Center) to dance for the residents. We did the Chicken dance, line dance and polka. (A worker) asked the musician if he could play one more short polka because one of the female residents wanted to polka. As the 2 of them danced, the rest of us stood around, clapping to the music. As I looked across the room, I noticed a frail elderly gentleman try to rise from his wheelchair. I thought that he either had to go to the bathroom or that HE wanted to dance too. As he stood up, (a female worker) walked over to him and he started to dance with her. It was more like a shuffle in place to the music as he was so frail, but the smile on his face brought tears to my eyes. He was so happy to be dancing. Later, I asked who that man was and she said Leroy. It was one of the sweetest moments. After seeing your post and reading the blog, I thought you'd like to know that your dad is still dancing!"

See? Things really do get Worse before they get Better. Now if Dad masters the chicken dance, they'll be Great!