It started last night..the nausea. I’m not sure if it’s Luther, (yes, I’ve given the kidney stone a name) or if it’s the myriad of drugs I am taking these days. I stayed in bed an extra hour this morning, tried the medication for nausea from the doctor…still not good. But I have a project that needs to be done, so off to work I went. My day started with meeting after meeting. I didn’t feel up to eating my usual morning yogurt and apple. About 11, I was scolded by a friend in another department that pushed a yogurt in my hand and said, “Eat this NOW.” I said, “Yes mom” and I did. I had a bowl of vegetable soup for lunch and started feeling a little better.
I arrived home and had no appetite, so I hit the couch to rest for a bit. I decided that if I felt even a little energy I was going to try to go to dance class tonight. I figured if it was too much, I could sit down or I could just come home. If it wasn’t maybe this was just what the doctor ordered, a distraction.
I danced for 90 minutes. A big part of that is lesson time where you stand around a lot, and do the moves on slow speed, so it was not taxing. We started with a few practice dances. I danced with my favorite dance partner, I love the way he leads, and I laugh a lot, and he laughs with me. We are both at about the same level, so it makes it fun. I am not a big fan of dancing with people who dance at a high level. They spend all the time dancing trying to correct what I am doing wrong. That doesn’t make them smile, and it doesn’t make me smile. It makes dancing work..to me dancing should be fun. I don’t plan to be on Dancing with the Stars no matter how much I tease about being a famous country western dancer one day.
There were an even number of men and women in my dance group tonight. That makes it more fun when I get to dance the whole time. My dance partner wasn’t perfect, and neither am I, we laughed a lot. He is without a dance partner, his last partner now has a boyfriend, so he was dance partner dumped.
I had no pain tonight, I took pain medication before leaving the house. Once I was on the dance floor nausea was the last thing on my mind. I’ve discovered that I can actually talk and dance now for some of the moves. I’m not sure when that happened. I came home with a smile on my face, and that same terrific feeling that I get after a great night of dancing.
I may pay for it tonight, I may pay for it tomorrow..but it will be worth it. I’m hoping that the Texas Twista turns will have shaken Luther up a bit and he will decide that being inside of me is not as cozy as he thought.
Joy is the feeling of grinning on the inside. ~ Dr. Melba Colgrove
Dancing makes me grin on the inside….and on the outside too. 🙂