Commitment

Okay, I have to be at the Lymphedema Clinic by 9:00.  I hustle around make lists, go over the directions with Ken, and I am ready to go about 7:50.  I head out get my diet coke and I am on my way to OKC.  I do pretty good, I am driving along, exit off 235 onto Memorial, I start feeling pretty good thinking I don't have to call them and tell them why I am running late (I had to the last two visits).  Then I check the direction and I think north is not the right way and I look at the street sign and I am not on Memorial.  Crap!  So, I get turned around and back on Memorial and I sign in at 9:02.  Close enough!  My appointment didn't go well.  My back is still puffy and some of the measurements on the upper part of my arm are larger.  The therapist gave me some more exercises to do. (Yeah!)  I left there and went to the medical store to pick up the compression sleeve.  (Yeah again!)  I also checked out if the insurance company will cover a compression bra.  The answer was NO.  They run about 250.00 and there is nothing comparable in the private sector.  (Yeah again)
I went on to do errands.  I went to the fabric store, Hobby Lobby, Michael's, and Panera Bread.  Then I headed for home.  I went to the post office, the bank, and delivered an order to the store.
I am still having a time getting my head around the idea of the size of commitment I am in for.  I have to make some changes.  I need to give up diet coke, spend 10 minutes daily doing stretching exercises, spend 30 minutes daily manually move fluid daily, and wear a compression sleeve daily.  I am over being pissed about the cure causing all these changes, because it did the cure.  I know that I am lucky that we have this knowledge to make my life better, BUT . . .I don't want to make this big commitment.  I need Lola (the Garmin) to tell me to rethink, rethink like she tells me recalculating!  I will adjust my thinking.  I need to soon.  I can do it.  (Soon, I hope!)