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Rainy Days and Happy Signs, Weird

Today is March 5, 2019 and it is a rather blustery day. I suppose I am relating quite well to Eeyore. “Don’t blame me if it rains.”
― A.A. Milneike 

Those of us afflicted with Fibromyalgia, are pretty good at predicting the weather. Probably better than most paid weather forecasters. I’m predicting rain.   This  painful flare that I am currently experiencing is my radar source for the barometric pressure change that is forthcoming.   I realize many people can feel weather changes during bouts of S.A.D.,  rheumatoid arthritis, joint disorders,  or other ailments.   Darn for all of us:(    I will, however, give my cell phone AccuWeather app some credit. It also is predicting a small amount of rain this afternoon. (I just read that a moment ago) I knew about the rain before I opened the app, though.

I am pretty much housebound right now due to a severe flare of this devastatingly painful condition. I finally accepted a diagnosis of it a couple years ago. The reality is that I’ve had it my ENTIRE life. It’s real and it’s not easy. My next article will delve into how so many lovely, well meaning people, friends and gurus have offered their suggestions and products to me on how to fix this condition.  Stay tuned.

Right now, I just happened to walk through my house and realized how many signs are scattered about in an effort to incite happiness. I do feel that we are pretty happy in our sweet little house. Signs have always caught my attention. If they are bright, positive and cheerful, I enjoy reading them. If they have misspelled words or are politically charged, I tend to turn away, fast.    I really like colorful graffiti on park benches.  I always sit on them unless it’s raining.    I’m weird like that.

“The nicest thing about the rain is that it always stops. Eventually.”
~ (Eeyore), A.A. Milneike 

 

  • Cake (Chocolate is preferred)
  • I believe
  • Debbie Downer rained on my parade, as usual.
  • Truth
  • I’ve got some, virtual as they are.
  • See below
  • This is hanging on my home office wall.
    It is obviously NOT the beach.
  • I’d warm my heart, soul, cheeks & more if my prescription medicine didn’t have a dire warning written all over it!!
  • I’ve done a bunch…More to come.
  • Cha-ching, $12.00 at Target
  • Order these up however you want.
    This was a gift.
  • and then we graduated from kindergarten
  • Define “Wonderful?”
  • Where’s the beach?
    Where’s the @#$%! BEACH??!!
  • My daughter’s mantra
  • My husband’s mantra
Gotta have some Rocks to follow………………………………..
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            A Bunch of Rocks with Words

            Sometimes I feel like time becomes meaningless during the hours that I’m forced to rest due to the widespread pain of chronic illness. Attention to diet, gentle exercise, stretching, massage, meditation, and good medical care are all important components of healing and well being. Rest is essential.

            When the doc asks me to describe my pain level on a scale of 1 to 10, I find that laughably odd. How am I to know what a level 10 actually is? I’m guessing that would be the type of pain you might feel when being run over by a cement truck and actually surviving. So, I just don’t use that number as an answer even though I want to shout that it is a LEVEL 12!

            The chart should actually depict how a person is coping with life, i.e., did you drive yourself to the doctor’s office, did you put your shirt on inside-out, can you lift a spoon to eat, does your hair hurt, did you verbally attack the ones you love, are you going to Burning Man next year?

            Recently I told my son that I felt like I was wasting a lot of time. He asked me whose time I was wasting. He said that if it was my time, then I shouldn’t worry about it. So, on that note I just spent a couple of hours painting words on a bunch of rocks.

            • couthy and fun make a great couple
            • chill and argle-bargle argue against each other
            • equality and give go hand-in-hand
            • flower and hope are nice together
            • broken and pain, nuff said
            • love, home, joy are my favorites
            • spaghetti, because I LOVE spaghetti!
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            Juniper & Leslie Gulch – Exploration & Hiking

            January 31, 2019 proved to be the perfect 50 degree day to head out for a two hour drive to an area we had yet to explore. Once there, temptation grabbed hold and with a light jacket, gloves and bottle of water we were off on a short hike to visualize, up and close, the wonderment of this amazing city of rocks where erosion had carved out some spectacular art. A somewhat easy trail, with just a bit of rocky footing, and thankfully an absence of those hot weather rattle snakes, made for a fascinating journey through a canyon and some cave like structures.