I have always been the type to have very bizarre dreams. This has been especially true recently. I had a dream the other night that involved police cars blocking roads, giving chase to other cars, running radar, etc. Trust me when I say this isn't the strangest dream I've had lately.
However, since there was such an abundance of police cars in this dream I felt compelled to look up the significance on a dream interpretive site. [That, and I could actually remember it by the time I got down to the computer, lol]
Here is what I learned: Police car - To see a police car in your dream, indicates that help is on the way for you. You are experiencing some inner turmoil and need intervention. I figure that's a good thing! Goodness knows I could use some help, lol. But I took it as a sign that good things were coming. Hopefully not in a police car, but coming none the less.
I made a New Year's resolution that this year, our family would spend more time doing enjoyable things; that we'd slow down and spend time making more memories than we had in past years. Our son, Jordan, returned from the University of Kentucky after graduating a couple of years ago so our family is finally under one roof again. It works out well for everyone because the lower level is a separate apartment w/kitchen, bedrooms, bath, etc so he has his privacy and we enjoy having him back in town.
Until a couple of years or so, he and I took a big vacation each fall for several years. I'm talking EPIC trips. When Jordan plans a trip, New York is a "little side trip" from Washington DC. He adds several of those 'little spurs' when planning. One trip consisted of Chicago, Detroit, Toronto, [my only time out of the country], Cooperstown NY, Boston, NYC, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington DC, Richmond VA, the Outer Banks, Raleigh NC, Charleston WV and back to Lexington where he was living at the time. Mind you this was a single trip. It was less than two weeks total. He is definitely a marathon vacationer! lol. But we loved it. It's true that I was beginning to slow down on that trip, but I made it the whole way. An occasional moment to rest before walking on and I was on my way again.
Unfortunately I could never make that trip now. We all went to Memphis in April. Even for a short three day trip I couldn't keep up. We enjoyed the trip, but I felt like I held them back [though they never indicated that I did or made me feel that way]. Jordan and I had been there before, but it was Allen's first time there. I made it to the Tram and Mud Island, but I had to sit at the observation area while they toured the museum and did the sightseeing there. Then I rode over to the Civil Rights Museum but sat in the car reading while they went through it. I've seen all that before, but I would have liked to have been able to share it w/Allen. I have spent my entire adult life trying to get him to travel w/me. Now that he finally is willing to do that, I can't keep up. I did make it to the Grizzlies game. The tickets were my family christmas present this past Christmas. Since I was able to sit for that and they dropped me at the door, I was able to be involved in that. My one big regret is that Allen didn't get to go to Beale St. That's a major part of Memphis and he would have enjoyed it. But they wouldn't leave me sitting along the way on the street somewhere while they went up and down it and I couldn't make it up and down the whole street.
I admit I was having an especially bad time on that weekend. I was in the process of changing some medicines, and getting ready for the back injections so some of my regular medicine I couldn't take. But even at that, I still couldn't make a big trip anymore. Between the fibromyalgia and the arthritis in my knees, merely walking is sometimes an extreme sport for me.
That is one of my main concerns right now. I want to be able to walk well again. I go back to see the orthopedic doctor who takes care of my knees in a week or so. I'm hopeful that he'll have something else up his sleeve. I had a cortisone shot in my right knee back in Feb or March. It was AWESOME for about three days. Then it went right back to how it was before the shot. In fact for a few days it was worse, only because I had a brief reminder of how it felt to be pain free and able to move again. I know I'm not a candidate for the knee replacement surgeries [both knees] until I lose a LOT of weight.
The only other option I think he has is a medicine that comes from rooster's combs. I can't take that. I can't justify a rooster dying for that! Who even comes up w/these absurd things? Exactly who was sitting around one day and said, "Bob... kill me a rooster and bring me the comb. Let me see just what I can make outta that!" ? Things like that totally befuddle me.
At any rate, I'm not sure what options I have, if any. Someone told me that the back injections may not work at all the first time, but then be tremendous help the following time. Maybe cortisone is like that. I don't know. I'll have to wait to see what he says. Hopefully he's my police car roaring to a skidding stop in front of me w/a solution for my knees.
I desperately want to get back on my feet literally and be able to travel w/my family. I finally got Allen uprooted from the house, I'm not about to back down now! lol.
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