2. Do men or women have it easier in our culture? Why do you think so?
3. Do you think girls are raised differently from boys? If so, in what ways?
5. Do you think a woman will be President of the United States in the near future?
2. Do men or women have it easier in our culture? Why do you think so?
3. Do you think girls are raised differently from boys? If so, in what ways?
5. Do you think a woman will be President of the United States in the near future?
that I seem to have gotten unstuck. I loaded and ran the dishwasher and cleaned the sink today. Yay, me. Bought a BigMac while I was out and had that for dinner, though, so no cooking breakthroughs yet.
Also, plugged in piece of crap doorstop laptop and hit F11 a zilliion times at the same time. Did NOT go into safe mode, but did start up correctly and is now working fine. So far. Weird. I tried doing F8 the other day, but that did nothing. So now I have two working laptops and the Macbook Pro that is also working. All at the same time. WooHoo.
“…you probably resemble a family pack of chicken leg quarters that was left in the trunk of a Honda Civic parked at an airport for a month.”
On another note, it is raining. Happy Jean is happy. Took Gertrude to vet today for another shot and deworming and whatever. She has gained an entire pound. One whole pound. I’m surprised she doesn’t burn off every single calorie she ingests, whilst running around like a madwoman for most of the day. But she is very healthy and they trimmed her nails, thank you dear vet people. Went to the pet store and bought some Bitter Apple spray, since putting citrus peels around did nothing to repel her from places I do not want her to be. Fingers crossed. Also bought a new carrier, one she cannot escape from, thank you very much, and a new toy. She also got several toys I ordered from Amazon. She has so much energy, I don’t want her to get bored and become even more destructive, so lots of toys is it. She likes them all, too. Even the cardboard box her food came in last week. It’s one of her favorites. The only free thing I have aquired for my very expensive ‘free’ kitty. LOL
Exhausted Jean is exhausted. But she’s so cute…the kitty, not Jean. 🙂
It has been an interesting month, and it’s OCTOBER, my favorite month of the year. Cute kitty is cute, and unbelievably destructive. But cute.
I spend a lot of time exhausted from trying to keep her from breaking/shredding things or killing herself, and since I am better, have been going out a lot more than normal resulting in a lot of recovery time. Went to Westport, MA to see friend’s gorgeous new puppy, which he rescued from someone who was NOT taking care of it. They gave it up willingly. Had dinner and a fun evening at another friends, and she and I have gone out and about a lot more than usual. Meanwhile, I have developed some sort of executive function brain glitch in that, while I want to cook, I can’t, and I haven’t washed a dish or put a piece of clothing where it belongs, or picked up after the cat has wreaked havoc. Until today, when I did make a PF Chang thing that involved dumping in pan cooking ten minutes, and eating. I couldn’t even get myself to scramble an egg before now. Why?????
Then there are the computers. Old laptop is still slooow, but new piece of crap one, well…I try not to update, but one got by me, and now it will not boot. Thank you Windows. I get a black screen with a working cursor, which, after several minutes, changes to this:
Touching any key brings back the black screen.
Then there is Firefox and ‘kitty who walks on keyboard’ no matter how hard I try to stop her. She completely wiped Firefox while leaving it installed, among other feats of prestidigitation, and has now somehow duplicated all of my bookmarks. So many dupes that I had to find something to manage them which I did. It scanned,and is now, I hope, removing almost 130,000 (yes that’s correct) duplicates. It’s been a few hours and there are still nineteen thousand to go. Fun times, people. Really fun times. At least I have a backup computer. Lots of people don’t, I imagine. Microsoft has really gone to hell recently. Linux, anyone?
is crazy. Full of energy, getting into everything, and she wakes up that way. Why can’t I? She is not quite so teeny, but still oh, so cute.
Day before yesterday, I heard a very low-flying plane go over, but did not see it. Last night, one was flying so low, coming almost straight at my building, I really thought it was going to hit the top floor. It is a four-story building. Then later, a big bolt of lightning looked like it was right across the street from me. Should I start worrying? LOL
Trying to get things done. Not as better as I was. Been on 9mg prednisone since the 11th, so maybe that’s the issue. I don’t know. I liked feeling good, and having very little pain, and it’s kind of starting up again. Not as bad as it was, but still. Anyway, it’s a gorgeous fall day. Me and Miss G are enjoying it.
And this is me getting punked by my homemaker Charles, when I asked him to get me the smallest squash.
My old laptop has had to be semi-retired. It kept freezing up every few minutes, and then I would be forced to wait for many more minutes for it to unfreeze its little self. It was working pretty badly over all, anyway. Even cds (it’s the last laptop on the planet that has a drawer, I think) would only randomly play. So hauled the “new” (ha ha) one into its spot and put the macbook where it used to reside. The “new” one was working really badly, too, so I backed up everything it was possible to back up and did a wipe it out recovery thingy. Whew. This has all taken several days, but the setting everything back up was fun. I like doing stuff like that. Hoping this one works reasonably well for a while, at least, but I really need to get more up on using the macbook. It is a steep learning curve for someone who has only known windows since first getting a computer.
I am doing quite well, surprise, surprise. No way to tell how long it will last, but am enjoying it while it does. Getting things done between getting exhausted trying to keep kitty out of everything it is possible to get into, and spending lots of play time trying to wear her out. OMG she is so teeny and cute. I cannot get over how teeny she is. My friend Tess brought her husband over to see her the other day, and he kept going on about how teeny she is just like I do. Because she is so teeny and cute. I have stopped taking pictures of her every five minutes, but I am hoping to have some sort of visual record of how she grows. Everyone thinks she will be a small cat. She has tiny paws and the tiniest little face, but she has long, skinny legs, so maybe she will grow into them. She throws herself around with absolutely no sense and no fear and I really worry she will break something, like a leg. She thinks she can leap tall buildings in a single bound, but really, she can’t. Does not stop her from trying though. I can’t brush my teeth without her flinging herself all over the bathroom. Porcelain is slippery, Gertrude, and crashing into it from another bit of porcelain, or crashing to the floor from the sink…not good. Not good at all.
Her schedule and mine are not exactly in sync. She runs around like a madwoman all morning, and we all know I am NOT a morning person. Then she sleeps all afternoon, when I am actually awake, and then runs around again later in the evening and very late, when I am actually having a shot at getting some sleep. Fun times, people, fun times. She still rubs her entire body all over my face, which is fun when I am trying to read or binge-watch The Good Place or something.
For someone with such unlimited amounts of energy, she doesn’t seem to eat very much. I am giving her Blue Buffalo wet food for kittens, and she maybe eats a quarter of a can twice a day. Sometimes more, but not always. I am going to try different brands to see if she’ll eat more, but she seems fine and all. I duckduckgo’d good food for kittens and have a couple brands to try. No grains or crap in them. Did I mention they were feeding her Friskies at her original home? Dry as far as I know, and dry Friskies first two ingredients are corn. Healthy kitties do not result from eating corn. OMG. Would you feed your kids nothing but spaghetti-o’s? Probably some people would, so there goes that argument.
Your pets entire world, well-being, health, life depends on you. It is your obligation to give them the best you possibly can, just like any sensible person would do for their children. Pets are family members, not toys or things. Treat them right. Feed them well. Sheesh!
My friends just adopted a puppy from someone whose house said puppy just turned up at. They fed it and decided to keep it and then put it out back in a pen that had been used to keep birds and was filled with bird shit and crap. OMG. So my friend decided he was bringing that puppy home. All the way from Texas on a plane. Yay, John. Gorgeous puppy, from the pictures I saw. Who would treat an animal like that first person? If you’re not going to do right by it, take it to the pound to be adopted.
See? You can tell I’m better by how wordy I am. LOLOL
Here she is September 6th.
Her she is today. It does look like she’s grown a lot. Darn. 🙂
This is from something my DD posted. It made me feel incredibly sad.
The saddest bit for me, however, was this.
“While our government was withholding health insurance for first responders to ground zero, private pet insurance companies stepped up.”
This is my country. It makes me ashamed.
I had the worst case today. No idea why. Then I slept all afternoon and woke up fine. Weird.
Just took a quiz. I love quizes. WHich region suits you?
Well duh! I may not have been born here, but I am a New Englander through and through. Massachusetts! Bruins! SCORE!! I love hockey. LOL
Finally, one that’s not too lame.
1. What would you do if you won the lottery?
I’ve always wanted to just walk down the street and hand cash to random people and keep walking. I would definitely do that. Pay the bills of everyone behind me in line. Give money to people who need it, not charities that may use most of it for ‘overhead’. Pay for someone’s college education. I would also buy a small house with a yard so I could have a garden, hire a personal chef, hire a housekeeper to keep things clean, and someone to drive me where I need/want to go so I wouldn’t always have to ask a friend. Guess I’d have to buy a car, too, then. I’d like to make a positive difference in the world, if I could.
2. What era do you wish you had lived in?
Anyone where the world didn’t seem to be on it’s last legs and people at least seemed to have some humanity, compassion, and common sense left in them.
3. What kind of robot would you want? A fun one.
4. What would you outsource if you could? If by outsource, you mean get someone else to do it, then cooking, cleaning, all those things that are hard for me with having a chronic illness.
5. What superpower do you wish you had? I really have no idea. Flying, maybe. Is that considered a superpower?
Her name is Gertrude. G2, because she is my second Gertrude. She looks a lot like the first one, except she had a lot of white and long hair. This one is so teeny and cute, and yes I have lost my mind over a kitty. Vet yesterday, excellent health, feeding her correctly, it’s all good. She only made me bleed once on each hand while blood was being taken. 🙂 Had eye doctor today, so left her in the cleared out bathroom with food, water, toys, etc. Then out to dinner with a friend later so had to leave her in the bathroom again. Poor baby, but she is fine.Not holding a grudge.
How did she even do this from the keyboard? And did I mention she completely wiped out Firefox without uninstalling it. Everything. Gone. Profiles. Gone. Firefox still there, just everything gone. What? But she is so teeny and cute. 🙂
Can’t think of a name. Suggestions, anyone? She’s so tiny and cute and full of bounce.
A big, unexpected woo hoo. I’m getting a kitty. Talking to someone who said she knows lots of teachers and farmers who are always looking for someone who wants a cat. ‘I do’, says Jean the idiot. That was yesterday. Today she called to say she’d found one. Female, check, short hair, check, housetrained (possiby) check, but only three months old. Never had a baby before. I’ve always gotten adult cats. She’s bringing her over tomorrow afternoon, so before dr. appointmentt off to Christmas Tree Shop we go, my friend Tess and I, and forty dollars later, I have a cat bed, a scratching post, and some toys.
After dr. appointment, off we go to schlop and schnop (stop and shop) and forty more dollars later I have food and litter and treats. My god, is grocery store cat food crap. The person giving up the kitty feeds them Friskies, which is corn. Corn. Seriously. I bought a store natural foods brand which is meat and good stuff. Could not find the unscented litter I like, so bought something supposedly good to try. Made of guess what? Corn. But at least it’s not meant to be eaten. Bought some Blue Buffalo Treats, too. Made of meat mainly. God, people feed their cats garbage. Actually, garbage would probably be better than Friskies and the like.
So excited Jean is excited and nervous and asking herself, “What was I thinking?”. Hope it goes well and she’s a good kitty and we like each other. Wish me luck, people.
As for the doctor, she seemed puzzled as to why I am not still taking paquinal. Well, duh. Bad side effects, also you said I don’t have the illness you wanted me to take it for after all. Oh I still think you might have the illness so maybe you should still take it. Yeah, in your dreams. You sent me the test results that say I do not have whatever the hell it was, and side effects, people. Sheesh! I am so over American medicine. New doctor should be in by my next visit,so hoping she will turn out to at least have a clue. I did convince this one to let me lower the prednisone much, much more slowly than they have been pushing on me all these years, causing me endless problems that started when old dr. took me off it too soon and I got withdrawal, which it seems you have forever once you get it. Swell. But I am doing much better on ten mg, tired, but always tired, just normally the pain takes the front so the tired is just there. Now I am not in so much pain and want to do things, but wait, need to go lie down now. There’s always a catch, isn’t there? Happy, happy, happy to have less pain though, Cannot complain about that. Helooooo, Kitty
I recently purchased a Kobo Clare. Backlit for reading at night, and so much easier to manage than the Kindle Paperwhite, which I absolutely hated. I can put my fan fiction on it, AND, and it’s a big AND, I can borrow ebooks from my library that get delivered right to it. But anyway, it gets me wondering, what is the deal with telling you how long it will take to read a book, and how much reading time is left before you finish? Do you ask the librarian or the book store clerk how long it will take you to read this before you borrow/buy it? I just find this strange, and annoying when it appears on my reader. You can shut that off, thank goodness, but just the idea of it puzzles me. Are we so stretched for time that we need to know how long it will take to even read a book? Is it just me? Puzzled Jean is puzzled.
It’s September. Autumn at last. I love, love, love autumn. Some people see it as a precursor to the death that is winter, but winter is not dead, everything is just having a lovely nap getting ready to burst forth in spring. Snow is just a cozy blanket. Okay, I have seriously lost my marbles. But it’s September. Although I do still miss the annual shop for school supplies. Even after both my girls were long out of school, I was still mentally preparing for the shopping. Oh, well. I love school/office supplies. 🙂 Happy September, everyone!
Did not realize how long it’s been since my last post. I’ve had posts in mind, but doing something else, and by the time that was done, I was just too tired to think each time. Better. Finally, finally better. Ten mg pred is the key, along with sleeping well, which is definitely an off again/on again thing. I do wonder, since I keep being told that prednisone has no effect on fibromyalgia, if I have been misdiagnosed. Try to get doctors to start from scratch. HA!
August fifteenth, after two weeks on ten and two on nine, was my first day on eight mg. It was the best day I’ve had since before I went into prednisone withdrawal, what was it, seven years ago. August sixteenth, second day on eight mg, back in the pits with the pain and the fatigue and the whole ball of crap. The next Monday, called doctor and practically begged to stay on ten. Yes. Woo Hoo. But like always, once I cut down and get worse, I need more that I started with to feel as good. So not as good as I was, but still a lot better. Sticking with ten as long as they’ll let me. Stupid, stupid doctors. ‘Well, you could get this that or the other down the line.’ Yeah, but, right now I’d like to have a relatively decent quality of life and worry about the this that or the other if/when it happens. Sheesh!
So anyway, before all that, while I was still doing relatively well, I got to spend the weekend with my friends in Westport, MA. It was the perfect weekend, not only weather-wise, and believe me, the weather could not have been better. Cool and sunny and breezy and perfect. We sat on the deck and talked and J and I looked up snarky t-shirts on our phones to show each other while B was texting her family. At one point, I looked up from my phone, and there were the three of us on the deck, heads bent over our cell phones, just like you see in cartoons and such. We went to the farmer’s market, where I bought ground cherries. Never had them before and were they ever tasty. Went to the beach and just sat and vegged, went to the winery and had a couple glasses and some fries from the food truck. There is a really nice winery in Westport where you can sign up for tastings, or just sit outside and enjoy the beautiful surroundings. More chats on the deck, watched a couple movies, J cooked all my fav foods, and B made tacos one meal and quesadillas another. I was in heaven. I could seriously eat nothing but tacos and tiramisu with the occasional bowl of fish chowder, for the rest of my life. Tacos. Oh, yeah. 🙂
Went out a lot more than normal with my friend Tess, too. Lunches and shopping and we went to Westport ourselves to have lobster at our fav place down there. This is our new tradition. Year two. Would have visited my friends, but they were not home when I called.
Since that weekend of August ninth, I have been glued to the laptop. I’ve been thinking it’s because I had gotten used to being alone, and the weekend sort of woke me up to how not great that is, so I was trying to feel connected. Today I realized that the laptop is on a narrow hall table type thing in front of the windows, so I am about two feet from the outside, and that’s the draw. I am on the second floor, so I see tree tops, and also cars and lots of people out walking, which I never really noticed til I moved the laptop here awhile back. I just keep looking out every couple of minutes, so I think my brain is thinking I am back on that deck, just without the chatting. God, it was the best time I’ve had since I can’t even remember. Steak on the grill, eggs benedict, molasses pancakes, tacos, and best of all, just talking about any and everything. My friend J and I have the same sense of humor and the same love of books and tools and gadgets and especially snark. His wife B has none of those. She sort of just gives us looks as we act like complete idiots. Wish I was still there. Really, I do.
But I am doing pretty well. My head is clearer so I can think about things like what I want to do, or what I need to do, or whatever. That fibro brain fog really gets in the way, so I’m glad it’s floated on by, for now anyway. Hope this lasts, but never think ahead, because with this illness, things can change in a flash..
So. There. Been cleaning up my laptop, hoping to get it to work better. It’s helping a bit, but it’s old and getting pretty clunky. I was amazed at how messed up things were in the files. I am usually pretty good with organizing on here, but I think I must have had a lot of brain glitches or something. I would clear out a folder, but find a second folder in it that was a duplicate. Sometimes there would be a duplicate folder in the duplicate folder. What? How did those get there? I must have deleted a thousand gigabytes of crap. Maybe a zillion. Seems like a lot, anyway. But I like doing this kind of thing, and it mostly doesn’t hurt, like trying to organize things in the real world does. So happy Jean is happy and doing not too badly right now. Hope you all are doing great as well.
Something happened today. Not sure I even want to blog about it, but here goes anyway. I have a friend who has been my friend for a very long time. She always kind of treated me very casually, though. I often felt like an afterthought, like I didn’t really matter to her. An example: we would agree to meet for lunch or whatever, and she would always be late. Sometimes she did not turn up at all. There was never a call to let me know she would be late, or not come. It made me feel like I had no value to her, like I didn’t matter at all.
I have another friend, who did the same thing today. She did call, two hours later than I was expecting, and it really bothered me. That she didn’t call earlier to let me know she would be late. She has a cell phone…that I gave her. She could have used it. But she didn’t. It really made me feel that same, ‘Wow, I really don’t matter.’ thing. I spoke up about it, and then let it go, but it bothered me a lot. My friend has gradually backed off from me, like my other one has done since I became ill, and this almost just felt like the nail in the coffin. Her reasons for backing off seem to be a bit different though. She didn’t know me when I wasn’t ill, it’s just that she’s made new friends and is engaged in doing new things and there is less time for me. She doesn’t really need me anymore. I get that, and I always expect it to happen. It still hurts, though, whatever the reason. It hurts to think that you don’t matter as much to someone as they do to you. It hurts to feel like you are not important enough to be polite and courteous to. I would not leave someone hanging if it was at all possible to let them know what was going on, but it’s okay when others leave me hanging, because what? I just don’t matter? I don’t like feeling like this, but I will process and assimilate it, and it will become one more part of my idea of who I am and what place I have in the world.
On the bright side, I did not need a recovery day after all. I am so much better on ten mg prednisone, am going to call doctor tomorrow and try to negotiate staying on it. I know down the line there are bad side effects, but for right now, a sort-of decent quality of life is pretty darn inviting. Let me keep it for awhile, please. Being able to function, to do things I want, when I want, I think if you’re not sick, you don’t really appreciate that. Fingers crossed.
Oh, wait. No it can’t. I had a doctor’s appointment today, and had to use the Dial-A-Ride, which is a sort of state-run taxi service. Got me to the appointment an hour early, then after, Ihad an almost meltdown, because first, the door I went out turned out to be at the back of the building and I walked all the way around to the front. It is in the90’s, with a dew point near 80, so half way around I was already exhausted and in a lot of pain. Stopped to lean on a liht pole and call the Dial-A-Ride to pick me up. Have to press one. Could I remember how to press one on a cell phone? Heck no. Exhaustion and pain means non-working brain. Fun times. Called my friend, who was busy, but I was desperate, left a message. Remembered how to dial an extra number, called DaR, tried to call friend back to say nevermind, phone would not work, then her machine would not pick up. Waited almost an hour for DaR, and friend called just as I got my mail in the lobby. Tomorrow will be recovery day. One of the most limiting things about the illness is just that…when I am exhausted and in pain I cannot think what to do next, and I have been stuck out in the world not knowing how to get home. Not fun. But all is well now. I am home in the nice cool air-conditioning. Going to order in later, because meal prep is just not on. 🙂
Took the Plaquinal, even though I wanted to wait til test results were back, but doctor was adamant. By third day, the side effects were ON, man. Fun times. Stopped taking pills. Turns out, don’t have either polymyalgia rheumatica OR rheumatoid arthritis anyway. I keep telling myself not to listen to doctors, but I’m usually exhausted and in pain and so get worn down into giving in. But happy Jean is happy not to have another crap illness to contend with.
Am binge-watching Veronica Mars, one of my all-time fav shows, from the start before I get into season 4. I saw the movie when it came out, and was so pleased it was like an episode of the show. Usually movies turn out to be crap, sometimes seeming to have nothing at all to do with the tv show. Disappointing. Sense8 was one that did it very, very well. I had it on auto-play and didn’t even realize it was the movie til it was over. Duh! That’s good movie-making.
I have been Getting Things Done, some real-world, but a lot of computer stuff. Completely wiped new laptop and set it up from scratch, and tinkered and played and mucked about, and it is actually working pretty well. Been tinkering and cleaning and deleting tons of crap from the old laptop, and it too is working much better. There are things you can find to do that I was unaware even existed, but I just keep clicking on things, and looking things up, and it’s all good. So far. Also started using Vivaldi Browser. You can get extensions from the google play store while on Vivaldi, although some don’t work well, like Keep, but you don’t really need an extension for that. Firefly has been my browser of choice since I first got on-line, but every update seems to make it work less and less. It takes forever to open some pages, their address finally loads into the address bar, but then the page is just blank. So keeping it for when I want to save pages as text, which for some reason vivaldi (and chrome) don’t do. Why.
So off to have a beer with Veronica. Oh, wait, she’s underage. Off to have a beer while I watch Veronica.. Good times.
Update: Forgot. The reason I am getting things done is Dr. also upped prednisone from 3 mg to ten. After being in so much pain I could barely turn the key in the lock, three hours after the larger dose, I was 80% better. Prednisone is a miracle drug, but it does some serious bad stuff along the way. Serious bad stuff. So ten til Thursday, then eight for a week, six for a week, then five til I see her in Sept. I hope I don’t get worse as I decrease, which is usually what happens. Happy, happy, joy, joy. Or not. 🙂
Was in a lot of pain for awhile there, saw rheumy Wed, said I was in a flare, but not a fibro flare. I seem to have developed polymyalgic rheumatica and/or rheumatoid arthritis, and since a triple dose of prednisone made me 80% better in three hours, it seems to be fact. Had hand xrays and blood tests, and am starting plaquinal today. I’ve heard that name, but need to research it. But I will take it if it prevents more flares like the one I just had. I could not turn a key without much, much pain. So happy, happy, joy, joy. Always nice to get sicker instead of better. NOT! But hey, life is what you make it, and I choose to make mine fune and fulled with laughing. Laughing is good.
As for gripes, here’s an article I just came across: Blackstone Digital Audio and possibly Amazon
Seems this digital book company has a deal with possibly Amazon, so will not provide their e-books to the public for three months so possibly Amazon can have them exclusively for those who pay possibly Amazon. Amazon bought Whole Foods, and if you have Prime, you get cheaper food. I think this all disrupts supply and demand, which is/was the basis for our economy, and wreaks havoc with the system. In order to get a better price, or even access at all, to some things, you first have to give some money to Amazon. I can’t be the only one who sees what a disaster this is. Deregulation, letting one company buy up all forms of news outlets in a single area, letting companies buy up and demolish their competitiion, none of this is good for the consumer. I can’t fix it, but you all can with your votes. It matters that you vote, it matters even more WHO you vote for. People seem brainwashed to vote against their own best interests. IDEK.
More: Amazon and the Economy
Because while I am slightly better, I am still struggling with fatigue and pain, and also cleaning up my old laptop in hopes it will run better. So far, it’s helping. God, the stuff you accumulate. At least it doesn’t take up real world space. I wouldn’t have room to walk in here if it did. I wiped the new piece of crap completely, and just have to get the key off the router to set it up fresh with the internet. I doubt it will help, because I may have mentioned that it is a piece of crap and I will never buy another Dell again ever. They thoroughly shafted me and couldn’t care less.
So here’s a comment Iazy Jean made on here so I don’t have to come up with all new content. :): https://hyggelightwork.com/
“One thing I’ve learned since dumping cable and antenna tv (I’m a Streamer, apparently, although what I really am is a fan of no commercials and no Trump in my face) is that my life is much less stressful and depressing. My mental health is more important than seeing all the bad that is going on, and all the things I don’t need that people insist on trying to sell to me. Imagine reading a book, and every ten pages someone jumps up to sell you cereal or a new car or the latest medicine (drug).
Bad stuff has always gone on, and always will. I can’t fix it. Humanity has not yet evolved into enlightened beings, and I”m not sure it ever will. Hate and fear and needing to be feel superior and selfish and greedy (Mine! Mine! Mine!) seems to be our genetic lot. Subjecting myself to it every day is extremely detrimental, so I have stopped. You cannot avoid everything, but you can give it a good try. Twitter is especially bad, it’s all negative, negative, negative. I rarely visit there. I am very selective in who I follow on FB and Tumblr, too. Fix your own world. Be kind, be helpful, vote for good people, even the dog catcher, because bad people seem to rise to the top more than the good ones do. Don’t let them get a foot in the door. There is a lot of good in the world, and we tend to focus on the bad. I read somewhere that we are programmed to remember bad stuff, I think because it kept us alive way back, but bad stuff is different now, and we need to work harder to avoid it. A major thing, in my opinion, is to do, read, listen to, those things that make you feel good, and avoid, avoid, avoid, all the shit that is out there to make life feel miserable. I know someone who watches Fox News, for example, and does not agree with their propaganda, so is always angry. This is deliberate sabotage of his own well-being. Why subject yourself to things that make you angry or frustrated or depressed. Why? Sometimes I think we are not the sharpest tacks in the box.
Stress is not good for fibro, and reading about all the shit that goes on is very stressful. Spending a lot of time on electronic media, tv, computer, etc., interferes with the ability to sleep well, too, and also cause stress, even if you’re just reading fluff and looking at pictures of rainbows. I prefer to read a book or fan fiction on my old unlit Kindle. It does not have the same effect on you as the others do.
The pain will get better, mine always does, eventually, but if it doesn’t, speak to your doctor. Sometimes flares can set up a feedback loop of pain and you may need outside assistance from your doctor to break the cycle. I’ve had this crap illness for 20 years, so I’ve figured out a few things here and there. I think.
Okay, feeling wordy today, but I had to save myself and my own sanity, and this is how I am doing it. I cannot fix the world, I tell myself this every day. No magic wands here, unfortunately.”
It mentions that fibro is not considered to be a progressive disease. While that may be true, the effects on your body are progressive. The more pain and fatigue, the less you can do, the more out of shape your body gets which causes more pain and more fatigue. It’s a no-win situation as far as I can see. I’ve had physical therapy, gone to a clinic for progressive exercises, done things on my own at home. No matter what it is, I always wind up worse off, because at some point that delayed pain response kicks in and it can take months before it settles down again. Right now, for no discernible reason, I am having seriously major fatigue, much worse than normal. Everyday is worse that the day before, until I can barely feed myself Why? I will never know.
Okay, on another subject. How the mind works is fascinating to me. I start out thinking about one thing, and wind up with an entirely different issue. Example. I was thinking the other day how June used to be thunderstorm month in New England, and that seems to have changed in the past few years. This got me thinking about growing up in Colorado, where when I was very young, we had hail storms and thunderstorms and lots of heat lightning. This reminded me of an incident when I was small. We lived across town from the state fair grounds. One evening during the fair, there was suddenly a very loud whistling noise. My father went white, and you could see him visibly trying to keep himself from panicking and taking cover. It was a firecracker that sounded so much like a bomb dropping. We were all terrified, mostly because of his reaction, but because we kids had no idea what was happening. This reminded me of how he used to jump at every loud noise, which led me to the sudden realization, after all these years, that my dad suffered from PTSD. Not a happy thought, but the interesting bit is how you start here and wind up there in a matter of seconds in your brain. Apparently a lot of people were not happy about the firework, either, and that never happened again. Did they not think before setting off something that sounded like a bomb dropping?
Speaking of rain, it looks like it could pour any second now. I do love rain.
My friend Tess cut my hair yesterday, and my head feels about ten pounds lighter. It’s a good thing. I was to the point where messing with it was too difficult due to pain and poor range of motion in my arms, so chop it off. She did a good job, too. Who knew she was so multi-talented? I mean she paints, and sews and decorates, and cooks and has numerous talents I can only dream of, but I never knew hair-cutting was one of them. 🙂 She even has her own scissors. Apparently hair dressers have scissors like chefs have knives. Who knew?
I really need to lie down now, so later, people. Hope you all are having a great June.