I live in the wrong part of the country for my body. Because of my poor circulation and low muscle mass, I am always cold.
OK, maybe not ALWAYS. When I’m in the therapeutic pool, or in the shower, or when I first wake up in the morning, I can feel my feet. But within ten minutes of getting out of bed, my feet are blocks of ice unless the air temperature is above 80 degrees Fahrenheit.
From November through April, I usually have a fleece blanket over my lap all day long in an attempt to maintain feeling in my legs and feet. Most days, I’m lucky if my feet don’t completely freeze before I get to work.
The cold makes it more difficult for me to move. The pain of cold feet makes me more cranky. I tell everyone, “I’m pretty much miserable from November through April.”
Sure, I could move to another area. But there are many good reasons to stay. Reasons like good home and community based services, family, and my support network. So I stay and do my best to be as warm as possible.
Today, I had warm feet for almost the entire day! Not because it was warm here, but because I was able to shut myself in my office under my blankets.
Warm feet may not seem like a good reason to write a gratitude post. However, it’s the best reason I have tonight.