Category: Inspirational

Misery Loves Company…

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So, here we are…

Day 4…

Ladies and Gentlemen, I still can’t sit in a chair… let alone, move very far from the bed.

But, I can move slowly and carefully, with slow being the operative word! 

In terms of progress and recovery, I’m getting there… even if it isn’t as quickly as I’d like for it to be.  One would think that all the downtime would be welcomed rather than rejected.  If I want downtime, it would be preferable if I had it on some sunny beach, with a fruity drink in my hand… not trapped in bed.  The thing is, I do NOT like being helpless… it freaks me out! 

I lay here all day feeling a mix of panic, frustration, guilt, and self-shaming over my own weakness.  Yes, this woman of God still has pity parties and panic attacks!  I think it simply comes from lack of sleep and being in pain for an extended period of time. Spirit, mind, and body work together to balance me out… and the body part is just offline at the moment, that’s all!

This girl has to show herself some grace, exercise her faith … and be at peace with her own fragility…

Thanks for listening,  my friends 🧡

The truth of things is this, I got a bad back… have had for a number of years.  While this has to be the first time my low back has gone out this bad, and for this long, once I get the pain and swelling down, things should balance out.  Here’s where it gets tricky!  While trying to manage pain from an injury, I have to deal with responses from both my Fibromayalgia and IBS.  Fibro is lit up from laying in bed for so long without moving, and IBS has destroyed my ability to consume nsaids without my stomach starting to bleed.  YAY!

I took an Ibuprofen for the first time in two years, this morning.  I’m hoping I can get away with it just this once without too much trouble.  I am eternally grateful for my Lidocaine patches, or else I’d have gone to the hospital by now.  Actually, what I’m currently doing is probably the very thing the hospital would offer, aside from an x-ray that’ll most likely show that yes, I have arthritis there, and yes, I’ve probably herniated the disc from coughing, of all things.

If I can spend 4 days arguing with myself about whether or not to do a hospital visit… it isn’t an emergency!  As long as I can see some improvement, even if it’s only a bit, I’ll resume my medical care after we resolve this homeless thing…

One thing at a time, right?

Things of the Past (from the archives)…

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I know this prompt is a repeat, but my answer from last year still holds… and it’s always fun to look back on things we’ve written in the past, don’t you think?

As a girl of only eleven, I had already discovered the item I was most fond of… my survival!

Life has a way of sometimes being reduced to nothing more than a thing… an item to be played with, bartered, or thrown out when its usefulness has been expended!

For many souls, it can take an entire lifetime to figure this out, only really feeling the harsh bite of reality, as it begins to surface on or near retirement! Basically, most begin to take more notice of feeling less valuable to society as the body begins to slow and lose the ability to carry on at the same pace they’d once kept.

Then, there are souls like mine, who learned painfully early in life how little value they held, how they weren’t valuable enough to protect and care about… never worthy of being saved! This was my dark alleyway of existence, wandering through the night until I found a place to sleep… doing whatever I had to do in order to secure food, warmth, and sleep… never safety… just sleep! This life was not much, but it was mine, and I valued it above everything else!

I’m 55 now and nearing the age when most are preparing for retirement and their golden years… but not this runaway!

I’m just getting started, I think, striving to prepare and strengthen myself for something bigger, better, and still yet to come.

 It has taken some considerably long years of running to find myself sitting here recalling what I’d valued so much in my youth.  Over the years, I’ve not cared for nor cherished it, as one might expect.  Battered, bruised, misused, and tossed aside is that item I valued so strongly as a child…

None the less, it’s still in tact, for the most part!

If you’ve any curiosity about what has become of the item I was so attached to as a youth, you need only read the letters I have written to you all, over this last year, here on WordPress. 

As this site is really all I have to show for explaining things, it will have to suffice as my best answer! 

I don’t know about all you, but I need a cookie…

Wednesday Words…

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Eustace absolutely loves his baby album that I put together for the big guy!

I think everyone enjoys being seen, noticed and/or appreciated, don’t you? The easiest example of this is kids, whenever you pull out their baby album… suddenly, you have a captive audience! Why do you think that is?

I guess we all just need to feel important to someone else, just for being who we are… even when life’s circumstances bury us beneath them, often distorting our appearance.

Even if the classroom is all messed up and the students are fakey cartoons… I still love the camel’s eyes, don’t you?

I think Eustace, like myself, became frustrated with always being at the back of the class,

left behind, forgotten.

What I love about the camel is his resilience, his choice to become better than what others thought his value was, and is!

For most of his live, Eustace had to exist and survive in places far beyond his young mind’s ability to understand. There were no other children or family to love him, for who and what he was.

He could have chosen to be hateful, and unkind to anyone who came near him… I fully understand that. I am so glad he chose to rise above it, and I think you probably are too!

Simple Travel Plans…

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Daily writing prompt
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
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Live life to the fullest… but keep your bags packed!

Some days, I pray He bring me home right then and there…

Other days, I desire to be standing there on the day He comes riding in on the clouds … what a glorious sight to behold, I say!

Either way, I shall walk each day with purpose, faith and love for others, as if we’ve years yet to go. When He calls to me… I will hear and respond, leaving everything of this world behind!

I know where my home is… where my hope is… the timing of my life span is not something I need to concern myself with.

Have a cookie…

Monday Messages…

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I guess we weren’t supposed to dig here… mamma has a funny look on her face, right now. If she puts us outside for this, would you be so kind as to talk her into letting us back inside? Thanks!

Oh, and don’t work too hard because it’s only Monday, so you have to pace yourselves!

Monday Matters…

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Mom is making us sit on these weird matts today. It’s not our fault for peeing and pooing under the big tree in the lobby last night… we didn’t know it would be such a big deal.

Apparently, it is!