Yep. Baking again.
Sometimes we just have to accept that we are who we are and we do what
we do. I began all the baking to
distract myself while the bees were here because having people in and out all
day long just made me nervous. Even if
they were super nice guys I couldn’t ever really relax while they were
here. What would they think if they saw
me basking in the sun on the couch with my eyes closed? Or watching TV in the middle of the day? Or what if Dean scratched himself in the
wrong spot just as they looked at him? It made for stressful days and when I’m
stressed I bake. And then the baking became a habit. And now I can’t go three days in a row
without baking something. Mostly because
I can’t go three days in a row without wanting to eat something I’ve baked. Which is not good because now there are no
worker bees to eat most of what I bake.
Good thing I
have Leslie and Ryan and the grandkids to save me from myself. Today I am baking for them.
But mostly I am baking for Myra because over
the last couple of weeks Myra has worked harder and will continue to work
harder than any of my bees.
Today Myra
went back to school – using a walker.
And I suspect at the end of a day filled with looks and questions and
learning to maneuver her walker in her classroom and cafeteria and everywhere
else she needs to go during a normal school day she is going to need a cupcake –
or two – or three. She deserves a dozen
after what she’s been through because after five days in the hospital, needles poking, people prodding, an MRI
that sounded like jack hammers pounding and felt like it went on for days
(nothing at all like the medical TV shows depict Leslie tells me) and a spinal
tap where she merely wrinkled her brow while they “were pushing a bottle into
my back,” Myra has been diagnosed with Guillain-Barré Syndrome, a rare autoimmune
syndrome that occurs when the body attacks the peripheral nerves.
She’s making the best of it by decorating her new walker ...
... which isn’t surprising coming from a girl who
made this for her valentine’s box.
Even though she’s stuck using a
walker just when the weather has made it perfect for climbing trees and riding
her scooter, she hasn’t let it dampen her spirit. As Leslie says, her determination and obstinacy
and constant questioning, which are the very traits that sometimes made her
infuriating, are the very qualities that have so far, and will in the future,
get her through this ordeal until she is once again running with her brother trying to beat our car to the corner as we leave after a visit. It’s still not going to be a piece of cake and her recovery may take
months but she will get there because she’s one tough cookie.
