And so this is Thanksgiving

Something has broken. Something snapped-the straw has broken the camel's back. Hope has disappeared & the bleakest, blackest darkness is here.

I was blogging daily for WEGO & the November NHBPM (national health blog post month) & was into day 5-10 when the flare came on, & for the first time I understood what 'losing consciousness/feeling' meant. The level of pain was so bad it simply wore me out & I couldn't stay awake. By no means was it peaceful slumber, rather sharply stunted sleep between fits of electric nerve endings firing off at insane intervals. Nevertheless, I stopped blogging. I stopped being able to do much of anything. Going to the bathroom was work. Making food was a joke. Something changed when the last weather related change came, & I came undone.

A Czech friend had asked & sent her PHD paper for me to look at-having been so eager to help I now haven't even opened it. A friend L noticed I had stopped communicating & sent several gorgeous pictures of fall leaves-I only saw one, & for me it represented how I felt. Instead of the beautiful colored leaf it was in black & white with almost silver overtones. He too lives somehow outside yet exists inside life. He understands the suffocating loneliness. He sees things skewed & different than the normal family bound individual.

Having not seen my new neurologist lately, I saw him Monday. My old dr I saw every month & sometimes every 2 weeks. Deep down I knew he wasn't the one-he wasn't treating me at all, rather seeing me every 2-3 months & on HIS timetable just giving me morphine. He left every appt abruptly, never returning yet leaving me alone in the room for 30 mins before his staff found me & gave me a random appt. so after barely showering, my clothes feeling so uncomfortable & seeing in the light of day my hair almost half grey which stunned me I went & waited. He came in, asked me about side effects-I think he had nothing to say yet felt he needed to & just asked a random question. I mentioned my face-I have periods where my face has the bright red butterfly rash that appears & lasts for days much like the Lupus butterfly rash. I mentioned it as my face was so hot & so red & I felt surely he would notice. Nope. He asked if I had Lupus. What? You, my neurologist, you're asking if I have lupus? Stunned I answer no, I was tested for that years ago, & explain that fibromyalgia often produces this same rash much like lupus. I explain that to said neurologist. Dad had come back into the room at that time & was just waiting with me, as he hen just stood up, said he would be back, & after speaking/listening to me for maybe 3 minutes leaves us, & his nurse comes 30 minutes later with half of my prescriptions & an appt to see him in 3 months. Right then was when this thing broke. I had gone for 2 months without seeing him & after that pitiful excuse of a visit he now doesn't 'need' to see me for 3 months? The nurse/staff says my morphine isn't due for a few days so I can't get the RX now. Let me explain-that kind of RX comes with a special 'do not fill until this date' kind of safety thing. My old dr gave me my RX a week or 2 before trusting & knowing I wouldn't & COULDN'T fill it early. As we get in the car & look up the dates we see I will be out of morphine this weekend, & as we know their office is closing Wednesday for the holiday dad calls & asks shall we pick it up then? He is told no, sorry, you will have to wait & call/pick it up the following Monday. Dad pleads, saying 'but she will be dying by then...' only to be told sorry & be hung up on. Obviously I will never go back to him, but what now? I have seen so many drs. I have been sent away by so many as a challenging case. I can't stay on this merry-go-round of piecemeal health care any longer. For the first time honestly my hope in anything is gone. I have nothing left. With no family or kids of my own I feel so alone. So lost. My old best friend was in Colombia & a girl/dalliance kept saying to him 'just be, just be!' & we always laughed about it...but when literally just being leaves you exhausted, without help or any hope to speak of, what then?

 

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To be a real girl

Day 3 of the National Health Blog Post Month (NHBPM) is the topic 'I don't know about this, but I'd like to', & today for me that is without a doubt How to be/act/respond like a real, normal, functioning person. A little while back, mom & dad had over a family friend, & of course I told them I would come over the 20 steps through the back yard & spend some time with them. After the fact I came back to my little house wanting to crawl under my pile of clean clothes & never come out. I was deeply embarrassed, & it stung badly. The friend in no way probably meant this at all of course. Here's the humiliating details with names & dates changed for those involved. Well, all but me. O. o 

After staying up all night per my usual painsomnia, I had just gotten to sleep when my alarm went off. I got up, took my morphine which would mean a gap in my normal routine later but that's the cost of doing business in my world. Walking through the back door I saw the friend's face change. Eyebrows raised, shock registering before they could help themselves, & as I went to hug them it was if their body forgot how to hug. Acting as if I hadn't just hugged a marble statue i tried to smile & sat down. The poor friend then blurted out a comment/observation about my appearance, & let me just say it came out the exact opposite of the intended tone. Answering the question, it hit them how it sounded, & as dad started to laugh (as he & I had discussed this just a day or two before) & I was really glad to have an excuse to change the subject. It was truly about as low on the humility scale as i'd ever experienced, & i could feel tears coming, but I managed to hang on to my last bit of dignity & not cry. I also didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable-so i just sat down at the me-painful table. Physically sitting in normal chairs kills me, but I didn't want to make the situation more awkward, so I said nothing & sat as we had a small bite to eat. Getting more & more uncomfortable, I squirmed around like a child. The friend had been going through some tough times, & I had seen something that reminded me of their family & I had made a note to tell them-as I tried to get the words out the lack of sleep, pain becoming more painful, & fibro-fog clouding my brain left a fragment of a sentence hanging out of my mouth. I couldn't make any ordered words continue as they stared at me-totally lost I just stopped talking & thankfully mom's plentiful storytelling continued as I stuck food in my mouth to replace my garbled words. Ugh. A few more just odd/half insult sounding things were said, again-they didn't mean them but regardless-my body couldn't take anymore & my heart was already sagging under my dejected weight, so I released everyone & left, smiling as I said my fake high spirited goodbyes. Sinking into bed Chai bunny got up with me & positioned herself under my hand, waiting to be loved.

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Day 1-why I write/social media

Welcome to day one of the National Health Blog Post Month! NHBPM from WEGO Health will have bloggers posting 30 for 30-a blog a day for November, using prompts to guide them. Today the choices are: why I write about my health, or what I like about social media/the Internet/online health communities. I actually am going to combine these today-as my yesterday/Halloween is a perfect fit.

My pain tends to be worse at night, so my day usually is late afternoon through early morning. I sleep when most people are working & am up all night. I started blogging-usually after midnight...after seeing how a soldier with PTSD was told that blogging & talking about his life could help. The show was the PBS show Sherlock, the soldier Dr. Watson. It seemed to help him & so I started doing a picture a day/blog. I use photography as a coping mechanism, & so doing a picture a day blog seemed like a good fit. Example? Tuesday night. Mom & dad had gone to see my 2 nephews & babysat while my brother & his wife were out. It really depressed me that I was stuck at home, not going to a great costume party, or seeing my adorable nephews, & not out buying candy & decorating my front door for kids. It was a normal night inside, as usual. Mom brought home 2 cute sugar cookies, & determined to not be sad I started taking pictures & created a happy Halloween picture card to send to my family. After finishing that, I started painting using the ArtRage app on my iPad. Being able to pull up all sorts of various paints/drawing pencils/art supply apps (without the mess or expense) has become a lifesaver to so many disabled people, whether they are physically or emotional handicapped. After sketching out the flower I started painting it using watercolors-this specific app has a feature where you can bring up a photograph to refer to & actually pull colors from it to paint with. It is as close to painting as you can get, & there's no way a certain fuzzy bunny can jump up in bed & mess up wet paint.

Around 2 AM I needed a break so I turned to AMC's Fearfest Halloween marathon & as you can see the screams of the actors had her ears raised most of the night. I watch a lot of tv & Netflix streaming movies, & it so helps me refocus my mind off of the pain. During a commercial I went & took a picture of the gorgeous full moon. The yard was bright with reflected light, & I just stood in the chilly air for a bit in the silenced glow. After hours of terror, I fell asleep around 7 AM. Dad woke me up letting me know my brother & family were coming by, & after walking the 20 steps or so to the back porch, dad & I watched the first of the hilarious Zombieland as mom got the house baby friendly. My sister-in-law & my 1 & 1/2 year old nephew were dressed as Lucy & Charlie Brown, & my brother was Obi Kenobi & my nephew was a perfect blonde Luke Skywalker. It was if they worked out how to get 2 of my favorite things from childhood together meeting! I was so sore after so came back as they left & watched more Fearfest, read some more of my kindle ghost story, took another moon shot & inverted it, & as a treat lit a ton of candles.

I got depressed again & so I reached out to my online community. I cannot stress how much having someone who can relate exactly to what you feel physically & emotionally helps. I know at any time of the day/night I can find a friend, online, who I can talk to-it is such a great feeling. Having that accessible network is crucial to coping & survival. Without being able to gt out my emotions & talk I would be an absolute basket case. I'm so lucky to have hat-I can't imagine being housebound without the technology of today. I consider myself so lucky that I am sick in a time where I am never alone-there is always someone I can reach out to-as awful as life can be I am blessed with that knowledge.

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Finality in Lights

I love having my new, own place. Chai bunny has loved exploring & ripping pieces off the maze of cardboard boxes, climbing up my 7 pillow stacks, searching for the previously hidden tootsie roll bag with her massive hound dog nose, & taking her stuffed friends all over to show them their new home. We put up a string of lights as a banner on my bed, adding some whimsy & light to my otherwise kept vampire-like dark I keep for my insane fibro-sensitive eyes. Otherwise I've felt I have had nothing to say, nothing to feel, just nothing. My doctor is good, although his wanting to skip a month in visits & not really planning anything new in the way of treatments is a bit worrying. I guess I feel that like an elderly person going into a home I've gotten to the place in a figurative sense I've come to die. That's ok, but just so final. One of the main reasons we moved is to be closer to family, for my parents know after they are gone I'll need help just existing...though I worry & feel badly for whoever gets saddled with the burden of me as a professional sick person. I hate feeling or thinking like this, but it comes to me when I'm sleeping through stress dreams & is on my mind when I wake up. Hopefully Chai bunny will continue to jump on my bed & wake me up with her fuzzy face & big eyes watching me as I open my eyes.

 

 

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Beautifully Broken

We have loads of flowers in our yard-red, yellow (my late grandmother's favorites), & pink roses, as well as white cabbage roses. Huge bushes of gardenias which smell amazing when the wind blows just the right way, & these purple flowers on an almost tree size bush. Mom discovered that when they wither up they become heavy & break off, & the ground below is littered with the fallen flowers. They are very pretty, but the ones that fall off become a darker shade & are a much more beautiful, very different looking flower. The live ones remind me of the normals-people who don't have the chronic invisible illnesses. They give to the world. They add something. The wind picks them up & their scents fill the air. Many people I've talked to feel guilt over not being members of society who work, do good for their communities & add positive aspects to the world. Every Monday especially I feel such guilt that I'm home in bed when most people are out contributing to society. Having been a teacher I really feel as though I let my former students down. I'm the burdened withered up broken flower who now litters the grass. Though I much prefer the darker, richer shade of purple I've turned into, trying to get through the guilt is so heavy that my petals pull inward inside the center, become very heavy, & prematurely fall to the ground. I know my guilt is unfounded, yet it's still there, on the back burner of my conscience.

The flowers open full-we aren't sure what kind these are.

Dried up fallen ones that mom brought over last night.

The gorgeous colors of the dying, withered blooms.

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Hope through Coping

Today starts the Invisible Illness week! The theme is Visible Hope-finding hope in the midst of pain. For me I've found that having coping mechanisms is crucial in getting through a pain-filled night, or during the wonderful but stressful holidays, or the days anxiety & depression seem impossible to escape. One major thing that brought me out of the dark, lonely space that is housebound living caused by fibromyalgia & friends is photography. After a life of living, working, & traveling overseas & documenting everything in pictures...going from being out in the big wide world to inside a house 24/7 was so difficult-but a year after becoming housebound I started taking pictures with a cheap, non-smartphone. It was so liberating to see the face of pain staring back at me...to see this invisible pain visible. Now I take pics of everything in my small world & I'm always stunned to find how many things I find just in the small 4 walls around me. An example? Chai bunny in bed with me after she patrolled the bed, making sure I was ok.

Having been an art student I hadn't been able to paint, draw, or much of anything artistic until I found the many art apps. I can now draw, paint, sculpt, etc. on my iPad. There are great apps covering every medium-watercolors, oils, etc. in every price range-I got most of mine on sale for 99 cents or less. After getting an iPad a few years ago from family opened up the world to me. I've discovered my love of art again through the mentioned apps as well as art history-I can tour museums & see artwork from my favorite artist who had severe chronic pain most of her life-Frida Kahlo. Her paintings showing her pain in vivid detail are so inspiring to me. This painting is a little drawing I did earlier...with fibro awareness color purples of course!

I miss star gazing & seeing my moon most nights-I can't always make it to the door to look up into space, so I use the amazing Star Walk app. I can hold the tablet over my head & see what is all around me in the real time feature-& watching meteor showers without being outside is almost as good. Finding ways to see/do things I love is crucial to my survival-if not I think I would wither up & disappear. Some nights I'm not able to pick up the iPad above my head yet I can still explore the sky using these apps.

Many people are playing games on Facebook-I haven't gotten into that but I do play words with friends, or my favorite zen-like game called Kometen-comet in Swedish I believe. This little comet is in my care, & I orbit him around planets to eat space junk, teach him how to make loops, & send him zooming around through the stars. That game can calm me down & have me & my comet playing forever-I get lost in the game & it really focuses my mind off the pain & panic attacks.

I have rediscovered reading-it became harder & harder to hold books open...that seems so ridiculous but I've heard many others having the same problem. I got the free Amazon kindle app on my laptop, & they have tons of free books you can keep, or now most libraries have ebooks you can borrow, & you can check them out without having to leave home. That opened up a lost love-I used to read 2-3 books a week at times, & then went 4 years without reading anything. If you have a cheap computer you can get all that for free-I know most invisible illness patients have money issues as medications, doctor visits, procedures, etc. cost so much & so many things aren't covered by insurance. Even me on disability-you can't imagine how many things still aren't covered. Finding things like this are fantastic!

Of course Netflix tv & movies are a mainstay-when the morphine isn't touching the pain getting lost in a film doesn't take pain away but can get me so immersed in the story that I somewhat forget the pain for a short while. Also listening to Internet radio & free podcasts of a million different topics-including my love of space-are so easily found now. Technology has opened up the world for us all-& for invisible illnesses it gives us friends through Facebook, twitter, etc. who understand & identify, & is a valuable resource for so many things.

Finding things you love & ways to incorporate them into your life is crucial to have a more meaningful life-having outlets to help you grieve, laugh, forget, learn, & get lost in was something that honestly saved my life & my sanity. Finding hope in a dark place is possible-not easy, but possible.

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Fevered dreams & little surprises

After a week of fever, swollen glands everywhere-one even hardening into a small marble under my arm-I woke up this morning after having feverish stress dreams panicked & stuck. After starts like that it's nice to find some little surprises & discoveries. My love of detective mysteries was delighted to find that netflix has 'Cracker' & 'Durham County' on streaming. The forst stars the fantastic Robbie Coltrain set in the UK, the second a strange, twisted, nightmarishly fantastic Canadian series that has moments of last year's 'American Horror Story' from FX running through it.

I stubbornly want to decorate my little house like I used to be able to, & a few days ago got out & shelved about 50 of my vinyl record collection, of course overdoing it in the process. A guy I used to work with gave me all of his record collection-& it's a really, really good one. I got it about 7-8 years ago but never really was able to see all of the records-& putting them up found loads of the Rolling Stones, the Beatles (with posters from them still perfect in the sleeve), the Who, Led Zepplin, & Neil Young-& the wonderful Johnny Cash. My friend & I used to play the side with I Walk the Line over & over again. Swoon.

I found a giant hedgehog, or a Czech 'Jezek' from a class of a dear Czech business I taught & loved. Chai bunny is in love & took to him, licking his furry nose immediately.

Dad brought in my grandmother's old mirror, & even though it isn't up & might not be for months-it's ok. Just having it around thrills me.

Mom found my bedspread/blanket I used in Indonesia, with all it's holes, faded stripes, & soft love clean & ready to have as an extra blanket on my bed.

Last but certainly not least, dad was mowing & found & brought this adorable turtle for me to see. It stuck his head out & started walking, not at all shy. Of course I'm now leaving little bits of veggies & leftover Chai bunny food outside for it, hoping he will become friendly & we can have a proper turtle/tortoise & the hare/nut head bunny fable happen in the apartment! Chai bunny had made a path around the sofa, under the bed & beside the boxes where she zooms around-last night I heard her skid off the carpet & onto the concrete floor as the sound of little paws & nails went across concrete...so she's practicing! All we need now is Mr. Turtle to return! Finally, & with fever I had to go numerous times & stand in my front door & let the hurricane rain soak my face. Having my own front door to open in private behind the house & fence of my family is great. I can stand in just a gown & no one can see my moon face happily letting rain run down my neck & back, for Chai bunny to investigate after.

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A bit like House, MD

Anyone with chronic pain comes to realize in time that the never ending stabs of constant hurting can & does come out as anger. I loved House, the TV show-though I'm not the crazy puzzle loving jerk I have my moments. Every single time I see my cane I get sad yet angry simultaneously & want to paint racing stripes on it-my sarcasm runs deep. We never mean to lash out, yet we do. Most of us immediately regret it & hate ourselves for letting our pain spill out onto someone else's life. Recently I publicly said some things I regret-as they were spoken out of sadness for the past & friends I used to be able to count on...& took it out on someone who wasn't in that category. My lost past is probably the biggest source of emotional pain I've got. Anyway, I talked to the innocent person & apologized, but I hate that I let my pain hurt him. While I find venting in the right forum helpful, I must remember to spare the innocent ones.

My great uncle's cane matches my Indonesian triangle piece so well...maybe racing stripes aren't the right way to go ;)

 

Caned sadness

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Stillness

Some days the impact of what I CAN'T do overwhelms me. I've been living this way for years now, but certain days I wake up from dreams in which I'm not sick, then realize I still am. It's quite a cruelty joke-in my dreams I run, dance, love, date, am with friends...then the stillness hits me.

 

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Maybe miracle

After possibly the toughest 3 weeks on record, sometimes you catch a break. After realizing I'll be without meds (quite dangerous) for a two week period until seeing my new neurologist, I left a tearful message to my beloved former neuro, begging for help. Normally they can't give you certain medications unless you see them in person, & I knew my body couldn't handle that drive, much less leave Chai bunny. Yesterday the nurse called, & Dr. T agreed to give me a two week courtesy RX-& a family friend will pick it up & mail it to us ASAP. Until it gets here I'll be nervous, but the fact that people are helping restores my faith in mankind. Chai bunny is doing much better-she still has several mammary tumors, but hasn't has anymore blood in her urine, & is eating & drinking normally. We aren't out in the apt yet, but being close to my parents during this time is a great thing. Dad's been painting my apt-gothic amethyst & purple blanket-the first a silvery light purple & the second a deep eggplant purple-I love it! Mom has been finding all my treasures from my former life & some new ones :). Today I'm resting a bit easier.

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Gutting realizations

For those of us cursed & sick, we realize the distance of family & friends very quickly. Today I find someone who I helped in past years (before kids & marriage came into play-again) to the safety & detriment of my myself-including hundreds of dollars-that some people have the unique gift of 'growing up', having family, & getting the leisure of forgetting those along the way-kids, marriage, etc that people like me don't have. It's a smashing of heart realization that many, even family, leave you behind to protect their new family. I get it, but I don't. I didn't chose this-I'd give anything to be behind that white picket fence, but that's not in the cards for someone like me. So I suffer-through this move, weeks without drs or help, & face the pain alone, while others home life sleeps in peace & without chance. They slumber & dream while I lie awake, screaming to no one in particular in agonizing pain. What a difference 6 years makes.

 

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Moving

We have now been in our new home for 15 days-my little apt out back has a ways to go, so I have been living in the house until things settle down. Chai bunny seems to be better after coming very close to death several times-right now that subject is too painful to think about. Leaving my beloved cat Zoe & dear rabbit Amsterdam buried in the backyard of the old house was too much to bear. After physically moving things that last morning for fear of my parents having heart attacks/strokes, my body is still in a major flare. We had to get my last prescription of pain meds in Alabama before we left-& ended up having to go to 2 pharmacies to find them as our usual drugstore was out. The 3 of us & my bunny & their cat rode smushed up in the front seat while we towed our car behind. I would have driven as in past times but with meds & physical condition that wasn't an option. Halfway through the trip-after food orders got mixed up & other typical problems happened-the uhaul broke down. An amazing lady dressed in her nice work clothes stopped & helped us for at least an hour while we waited on help. We ended up spending the night-sneaking pets into the hotel as it was the only hotel around & too hot to leave them in the truck...& that next morning is when Chai bunny became a rag doll, totally opposite her normal feisty demeanor. We finally got here after tears, sweat, prayers, fears, you name it Monday the 16th. I've kept a round the clock Chai bunny watching vigil, while my brother dearly had people here that next morning to unload & take the truck back. We didn't have cable, phones, Internet, etc for over ten days, but we were safe...not sound, but safe. Mom found a dr that just might work for me-neurologist who seems a lot like my old dear Dr. T, but I can't see him for about a month, so we will have to find out if & where I could get meds as I'll be without them for a week or so, & going off meds like that cold turkey is extremely dangerous. The weather here is so much hotter, & mom constantly worries about dad & heat stroke as he can't sit still & wants to get things liveable. Our refrigerator broke last week...we have had loads of these things happen & I worry mom will have a major breakdown as all our nerves are raw & bleeding. Sorry to paint such a bleak picture, but if you know me you know that I have to be honest. This is my therapy-coping-my way to vent. I wanted to catch everyone up & thank you so much for the many messages I've gotten letting me know I'm not alone. More very soon-xxxooo from us

Taken the morning of he move-sitting on the floor trying to get magical strength

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2 days & Zoe

It's 2 days until we drive away from this house. It never felt like home except for my parents being here, but nowhere else did either. The Czech Republic felt more like home than here-I at least met people & made fantastic friends, went out, etc.

 

Zoe cat died Feb. 1st, 2011 & I still haven't been in the backyard to see her. With the emotional state I'm in, how on earth-this solar system will I say goodbye?

 

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Who I was & what I wore

Funny how our wardrobes somewhat dictate or openly invite the world into our personalities-we show them very intimate facts about us simply by what we wear. Who I used to be vs now are as polar as opposites can be. People like me wear elastic waist to avoid buttons. Panties 2-3 sizes to big so as little material as possible touches us-for me my lower spine. Clothing becomes something to tolerate, not express. For a fashion lover like I am it absolutely sucks. I had to go through my wardrobe today to keep, donate, or throw away. Several things had literally worn out-evidently I worked & played really hard ;). Seeing my grad school/Little Rock years gutted me. Amazing how an item of clothing can hold more memories than a camera. Some items I had to keep, way to old & small, but to put in the back of a drawer to pull out when I need to remember. Here is who I used to be, that few of you were able to meet.

 

My absolute ultimate me item. A very thin long sleeved patchwork shirt-ripped, sewn & repaired beyond repair, & scented with Brazil nights on the beach, teaching days at UALR, & my old tangerine perfume. I so gently put one hand & arm through a sleeve, just to feel the old me again.

My orange long patchwork skirt. Usually worn with combat boots, a denim shirt & confidence. So great how a piece of clothing gives you confidence that no self help book ever could. It too was worn all over Little Rock, Brazil, etc. I normally wore it with the next item.

 

The simple denim shirt/jacket combo. The pockets were over the chest, & great to stick money, my ID, phone, & lip balm in...look closely at the bottom right of the pocket & you'll see the cylinder shape of a Burt's Bees lip balm. I wore this as a shirt or jacket at least 3-5 times a week.

 

My wardrobe had loads of shirts & jeans paired with blazers & tennis shoes. The blazer dressed it up for teaching, & the shoes for walking all around that seemingly huge campus. I loved mixing stripes, so I often wore pinstriped blazers with totally random striped tees.

 

My favorite statement...'your future ex-girlfriend'. The dating scene post divorce, being overseas for a decade, etc was a new world. I was shocked people still stood you up, broke up through emails, & other fun dating no-nos. I quickly developed a cynical outlook but deep down was the 12 year old asking 'why didn't he like me?'. This shirt at least made me feel that to those possible idiots I wasn't as sweet as I seemed in that aspect.

I don't know who I am now. My wardrobe reflects so little of my true nature, & that is one of the unspoken losses invisible illness people often face...so the next time you see someone like me, remember them for who they used to be able to show.

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My bed is an island

As I am most comfortable in bed-but not reclining-rather sitting with my legs pulled under me with my back not not touching anything, I plan in my new apt behind the house to be as me-centric as possible. To plan it based on my needs rather than just how it looks, which is a strange mind shift. I'll have a small sofa for family & guests but my new (old) bed will be my comfy universe when we move in a few days...I'm mentally planning ahead so I can make life easier. Dad finished painting my room today, with Chai bunny propping up on the first step-dad's fallen in love. As the walls dry, my bed is in the middle of the room, tv on the floor, & every piece of furniture in the center. Chai bunny loves figuring out where to jump up in bed with me-& is dashing around the room like the busy Binky bouncy bunny she is-& I try to keep my eyes open & plan on how to not bite down so hard in my sleep I wake up with TMJ migraines like today.

 

 

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Yesterday

Sometimes when a day like yesterday happens, all I can do is this.

 

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Dream stress pic

Just a pic of an image of a dream I had. Not a ghost but a look at a mistake maybe? Titled The Brown Veiled Wisp

 

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Sailing away

This is the last thing on my wall. Chai bunny had ripped a piece of paper up, & as it curled up she fell asleep on it-& later I found it & it looked like a tiny sailboat. I woke today realizing in 2 days I get spinal shots & see my beloved doctor one last time. In 4 days we'll be driving to the new home. Seeing this boat sailing off to it's final resting place I see 2 people on the boat-my parents, but I'm nowhere to be found.

 

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Inertia Creeps

It's amazing to feel the changes in my body developing without physically being able to see them. Like someone who knows she is pregnant but she isn't showing yet. There is a massive shift & growth going on yet it remains hidden. Chronic illnesses are much the same-the person can feel a flare coming on where their symptoms magnify. Sometimes the flare comes on gradually in the distance-you can see the storm clouds & hear thunder but it may take hours to actually rain. Sometimes a flare comes on very aggressively & sudden-like an attack that is fast & forceful. I often feel like I am being stalked by this illness-not knowing when or how tough the impact of attack will become. Will it stalk me like a white shark, taking it's time, or launch from the depths with a crippling hit.

 

 

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