The title of this blog is actually the name of a song written by two great Australian songwriters, Kevin Carmody and Paul Kelly. It pays tribute to the struggle of the Gurundji people at Wave Hill to win land rights from the Vesty Corporation, a British operation owned by Lord Vestey.. The Aboriginal people, led by Vincent Lingiari, went on strike for nine years, and held out against intimidation and attempted bribes and in 1975 during an emotional, the then Prime Minister Gough Whitlam poured the local sand into Vincent Lingiarri’s hands and handed the Wave Hill station back to the Gurindji people. This initial action gave rise to the national land rights struggle in Australia which is continuing to present times.
The reason I’ve mentioned the song is that I’ve been making progress in a number of areas in my own life. It all started in a very roundabout way when I visited the dentist. I am very lucky to have been given access to a Federal Government scheme which offers $4250 dental care to people with chronic illness. I have fibromyalgia but also have a metal plate in my leg so have to be very careful not to get dental infections as infections can easily travel to the plate area in my leg.
At the end of the next-to-last session, the dentist spent ages fiddling with my teeth, it was a very long session and with fibro you get very stiff and tired if you’re still for any length of time. So when the dentist held up a mirror so I could see my teeth (and I didn’t have my reading glasses on either) I wondered why she’d done that, mumbled that everything was okay, and set off home. Where I found that I couldn’t chew my finger nails on my front teeth as has been my habit for longer than I care to remember. Due to the finger chewing,I’ve always had short, weak, fragile nails. And THEN when I checked in the mirror, I found that the dear lady dentist had filled in the gap between my two front teeth. The gap has gradually grown as I’ve got older and I pretty much accepted that it was part of the aging process, and got on with life.
So there was I with my two front teeth (and I hadn’t been singing the old song “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth”, lol), and nowhere left to chew my nails. They grew. small step. And as they grew I decided I’d paint them purple to match the purple dye in the front of my hair. It’s the first time ever that my nails have been long enough to look good with dark polish. Another small step. Then, inspired by these small changes, I deciided to make small changes in my daily activity regime. I acquired a pedometer and started increasing my daily activity after six weeks being sedentary due to fasciitis laminitis, a very painful heel condition. Another small step. So far I’ve gone from walking to the bottom of the hill behind our house to walking back along the front path, to extending the walking over the bridge across the Nambucca River at the bottom of our road, then returning via the front road, to walking beyond the bridge for a small distance and then returning.
I’m feeling a whole heap better in myself, I’m sleeping better, my leg and hip aren’t quite so painful at night, and I’m not so tired in the day. These are only small steps and I’m also learning not to get discouraged on the days when I’m not well enough to be as active as I like. I’ve had one day out with a migraine, and another day out with a flare-up of fibro. But I’m not throwing in the towel or getting discouraged, just keep reminding myself that I can take small steps which will lead me into more adventures, even if I’m not too sure what those adventures are yet!