With a lot of effort
My fight. drrring, drrrring ... my alarm clock goes off. Let's start the new day. Tired and with half-open eyes, I sit on the edge of the bed. I look at my pile of things laid out for the day. Skirt, shirt, cardigan, lingerie and ... compression. My heart is getting heavy.
Another day, another fight
Somehow I don't feel like torturing myself into compression today. The thought alone makes me shudder. But live with a day without compression? Accept the pain for a little freedom? A little vote starts to circle in my head. Pros and cons. Pro wins. So bring the rag and the thing! Easier said than done. First lay it out nicely, then bend your feet piece by piece. The first little fight sometimes starts at the heel. Well, clever as I am, of course I easily mastered it - one jerk and over. Would have laughed.
Further in the text
Take a short, deep breath and then, with one or two strong pulls, pull the small wetsuit down to the back of your knees. Phew! Wonderful - if the phone rings now I am not incapacitated. Even if the house is on fire now, I will probably sit here a little longer and watch. So gather new strength. I fumble the Kompri slowly over my knees, pulling it hard so that no creases appear. Now I have you on my thighs at medium height. And now? Sack race? Well, at least something like that.
To gather courage
I stand there, my head thinking about undoing the whole thing. Simply take off again quickly and pepper in the corner. My little demons go out of their way to convince me - little bad things! But no! Not with me! I'm going to do this now. 3 - 2 - 1 - GO! A strong jerk and the pants are now sitting over my bottom. Almost in the correct place. A little jump, a little gymnastics, three little lunges, five squats and ten yoga poses later, everything is actually in place. What am i good at! Actually doesn't feel that bad now. I look in the mirror - yes hello Miss - send how it all brings it into shape!
Yes, it wasn't that difficult, I say now. Worked perfectly, looks good. Where was the problem? My little demons have hid in the farthest corner, they are writing something there on paper, but I ignore you. I won today, I look good - confidence level 100 - the day may come.
I look again in the corner, there you are sitting, holding up signs "Tomorrow is a new fight". You are right, but I am armed - I am the WINNER.