Saturday, September 20, 2014

Tiptoe Through the Rolled Oats...

Ah, yes, a cooking adventure gone wrong.....

Fibro hits again...

I thought I would do a few things this morning. I would make some squares for Dawn and the apple pickers......Oh yeah. Good idea, Bonnie. You are up to it today.

Plans set.....make two different sweets, and then make some fish chowder for the Captain.

        I haven't gotten to the chowder yet......I can't wait to see what happens. What will land on the floor?

I am aware that fibromyalgia sometimes causes me to lose my grip. I happens at the most unexpected times, like when you are trying to measure out 3 cups of rolled oats. It was supposed to go into the pot, not on the floor. Of course, I am thrilled to death. You can hear it in my voice as I yell,

                 "OH THAT'S JUST BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Poor Sadie. She just looked at the mess, then at me, then followed me around as I swept up so I could finish a very simple, 'no work' square. It's a good thing this was the second one, because I quit.
Why isn't anything simple in my life? Why am I so simple. I get so mad at myself I could scream. Maybe it wasn't the fibro, Maybe I am just awkward, a duffus. 

It's break time.....before I begin the chowder. I have vacuumed up the kitchen, the rug where I tracked the oats, to get the camera, and emptied my shoes. It was such a simple recipe.....easy, but the cleanup took more time than the making.

Was it just yesterday, I sat in my favourite coffee shop, enjoying the peace, my coffee, and a chat with Sarah? Yes. Lovely. I needed that. I wish I had it now. I almost had a melt down at choir on Thursday, because I let things pile up on me, instead of just letting go. My thoughts put pressure on me, and drive me a little around the bend. If it was a big deal, perhaps I could understand my emotions, but it was no big deal, I just can't get my thoughts organized. 

I have to go....I have said enough......I have let off I shall continue with this day.

Be brave my soul
This too shall pass
On to new adventures
Can't wait
I am inspired........NOT!


  1. Oh those thoughts putting pressure on can be so challenging. I am sorry to hear about your oats spilling and the problems with fibro. "This too shall pass" are good words to remember at times like these.

  2. Try not to cry over spilled oats, Momma...think of them as fodder for your posts.
    Love you.

    1. Fodder for my posts.......guess you are right, since I used it. I dropped the whole container!!! But..I didn't cry....I screamed then I wrote....Writing does help. Too bad I limit myself. There is so much I could write....but you know.....Love you.

  3. No, Bonnie,you are not a doofus. But I would like to share some info about my summer of healing - both physically and mentally. Contact me on my site and maybe what has helped my IBS can help your fibro.

    Hugs to you,