.This has been a very bad year. As I sat at my computer thinking and reading the thoughts of others, I realized how much I really didn't give a rats ass about anything. Wow, it really hit me hard. I had some emotional issues in my 20's and took my delivered dose of Med's and therapy. Actually took Paxil for so many years , until one day I thought screw it. If I am going to be a nut job, so be it. I have to say I did not totally run amok....some of you out there might disagree....lolrotf. BUT I did manage to find a common ground in life where I realized @!$%# happens and no one promised me a rose garden.
I finally became OK with my core values and decided to just let the flack fall where it may. I was way to old to be held hostage by my own indecision's about who and what I was AND MAYBE ,WHAT I WAS, REALLY ABOUT, was OK. So I sort that out and I still feel like crap. Then I remember my old long time friend , Fibromyalgia. I have had it so many years it seems like I forgot I had it. Life was just a world of one kind of pain,or another. I thought that just was what being alive meant. I have Ostio-Arthritis so bad my hands look like a Bonsai Tree. I drop every other thing I grab and it seems life is a succession of bending my corpulent self over, every other time I grab something , as it falls right through my grasp.The Arthur is so bad, made the Fibro float away so far, the grey cells forgot to remember my old friend.
It hit me last spring that my neighbor across the street...my age, seemed to always be bragging about still climbing a ladder to clean her gutters...she is like a Gad-fly. She flits here and there and preens her slim,nimble body like a Peacock....{male,that is] Me I hobble here and I hobble there, I am jealous. That bothers me also. See I am one of the old hold outs that believes in GOD. It took allot of meditation to not be really, really, pissed at Him. It has seemed He has heaped and inordinately large amount of "CRAP" on my plate. Then I see the Gad-Fly and boy that can do it for me....bummmerrrrrrrrrrrr. If I see her up on the roof I have to restrain my self from wishing she'd fall off. One day she did, fall off the ladder into a gopher hole....Well that did it...Now I have to listen to how much pain she is in because she "strained a muscle" in her back. So I made a deal with God..... I'll never wish for her to fall off the roof,if He just shuts her up! OK , I got side tracked.
Fibromyalgia....well in 1970,when I was diagnosed...possibly Lupus at the university of Oregon Medical School, I sort of did the Ostrich thing and thought if I was going to live a long and full life I had to "FORGET ABOUT IT". I soon found there was no-one remotely interested in the fact that I had A LITTLE PAIN. Where? every where, "Yah,right" they'd say. I even had a doctor once actually say to me,when I listed it as a presenting condition...."You mean, there really IS a real medical condition called,Fibro....what"? I thought it was just a bunch of whiners!!!!! I resisted kicking him in his crotch and asking him to whine for me.
So my fellow Fibromyalgia sufferers....that is a word right? It does not get any better. It does not go away. In fact it is worse. It makes me depressed even on a good day,when my brain says,"Hi World,lets dance"....It is a sneaky,@!$%#ty,not fair illness and so every day NOW....I take the pain meds..."how addicted can a 70 yr old woman get and who cares anywayJust give me the drugs and let me live a quasi normal life,even if it is not on a ladder...( I offered to take her up on her offer to clean my gutters) me bad! I even ordered up my "medical Tobacco" card as my grandson calls it....There have to be some perks to off set the down side, right?
Did I have a point when I started? I do not know. Maybe you all do not care.... It could be the pain meds,
all-time-ers/old-time-ers, dementia, or just plain OLD....but who gives a rip anyway....Have a good one, one and all.




