I hadn't cried in a long time but one day a few weeks ago, I got frustrated with my legs. (I'm going back to the doctor on Thursday with another plan). It's been almost a year that I've been limping around and things didn't start happening until June of last year. But my husband decided to give me crap for not calling the doctor. In my mind I wanted all or most drugs (except for gummies) out of my system (it was a steroid epidural and the gabapentin and Tizanidine). Finally I sent an email and said to them I need an Xray of my right knee and I explained that I had fallen on that knee numerous times and never went to a doctor for any of them. So I'm getting Xrays finally of probably both knees and if need be I'll get gel shots in them to ease the pain and hope it works. But back to the frustration I broke down. I'm so tired of being left behind but can't really walk in the snow we had because now it's turning to ice. But I'm trying real hard to make good decisions and just kind of want to be left alone. I don't go to sleep alone all the time sometimes Rusty is right next to me and he wakes me in the morning if I don't get right up. But sometimes a good cry is what we need to make things better it's a reset like the flu or the cold I had in January.
So do I at least I will have up to date Xrays of my back, hips and knees and considering that what they had from me in 2019 that's going to be a relief!
I think it does help. A wash, a bath of emotions. Just remember to stop. That sea of tears. Goldilocks the story of balance also has its morals. Vivid and true words, girl. Work your way to the butterfly dress. It’s not going anywhere. You made it.
It’s gonna take me a minute (or six months) to articulate what happened inside my brain that triggered the panic. Last night I saw a high school friend and 50 years collapsed upon me. I’ve cleared the rubble. Very disturbing but I’m better already.
I keep telling you, your writing makes you so very special. But even if you weren't and were just a pile of poo... who would take your equality and humanity? Total bitch. ef her and the pony she rode in on. Do the set you want to do. No judgement. or... quit projecting.
We were happy to see each other. We hugged and it was great. In December 1976, when I was discovered to be pregnant and had to leave school, I had to surrender my cheerleading uniform to her. Last night I was helping at the free weekly community meal my church offers because I am desperate for human connection. She is living in a shelter. What AM I feeling? Something, something… we all end up at the same place for different reasons? Gah. I never wanted a spiritual journey. Silly rabbit.🐇
Well, I called that wrongly but interesting or beyond interesting meet. Yeah, how DO you feel? We all come to terrible moments in life. I struggle with mine and how I may have made them. This time so interesting to be alive and see how trouble finds you beckoned or not. 'Deserving' or not. I'd invite her to tea in a restaurant and talk about nothing but the weather. The universe has her as a mirror for you it's clear to me and how you measure up. Well,... how do you? And yet, you talk to spirit.
I hadn't cried in a long time but one day a few weeks ago, I got frustrated with my legs. (I'm going back to the doctor on Thursday with another plan). It's been almost a year that I've been limping around and things didn't start happening until June of last year. But my husband decided to give me crap for not calling the doctor. In my mind I wanted all or most drugs (except for gummies) out of my system (it was a steroid epidural and the gabapentin and Tizanidine). Finally I sent an email and said to them I need an Xray of my right knee and I explained that I had fallen on that knee numerous times and never went to a doctor for any of them. So I'm getting Xrays finally of probably both knees and if need be I'll get gel shots in them to ease the pain and hope it works. But back to the frustration I broke down. I'm so tired of being left behind but can't really walk in the snow we had because now it's turning to ice. But I'm trying real hard to make good decisions and just kind of want to be left alone. I don't go to sleep alone all the time sometimes Rusty is right next to me and he wakes me in the morning if I don't get right up. But sometimes a good cry is what we need to make things better it's a reset like the flu or the cold I had in January.
I sure hope the doctor can help. ✨🙏❤️🩹💫
So do I at least I will have up to date Xrays of my back, hips and knees and considering that what they had from me in 2019 that's going to be a relief!
I think it does help. A wash, a bath of emotions. Just remember to stop. That sea of tears. Goldilocks the story of balance also has its morals. Vivid and true words, girl. Work your way to the butterfly dress. It’s not going anywhere. You made it.
It’s gonna take me a minute (or six months) to articulate what happened inside my brain that triggered the panic. Last night I saw a high school friend and 50 years collapsed upon me. I’ve cleared the rubble. Very disturbing but I’m better already.
friend?
I'm here when it's time.
I keep telling you, your writing makes you so very special. But even if you weren't and were just a pile of poo... who would take your equality and humanity? Total bitch. ef her and the pony she rode in on. Do the set you want to do. No judgement. or... quit projecting.
We were happy to see each other. We hugged and it was great. In December 1976, when I was discovered to be pregnant and had to leave school, I had to surrender my cheerleading uniform to her. Last night I was helping at the free weekly community meal my church offers because I am desperate for human connection. She is living in a shelter. What AM I feeling? Something, something… we all end up at the same place for different reasons? Gah. I never wanted a spiritual journey. Silly rabbit.🐇
Well, I called that wrongly but interesting or beyond interesting meet. Yeah, how DO you feel? We all come to terrible moments in life. I struggle with mine and how I may have made them. This time so interesting to be alive and see how trouble finds you beckoned or not. 'Deserving' or not. I'd invite her to tea in a restaurant and talk about nothing but the weather. The universe has her as a mirror for you it's clear to me and how you measure up. Well,... how do you? And yet, you talk to spirit.
Tea. 🫖 Yes. There’s a new place in town for that!
Thank you. What a good conversation starter too.☕️