Getting a little better

  Wow. January has been quite a month, and I don't mean in a good way. Everything seemed frazzled, even the weather, warm one day and snow the next. A couple of storms ago, it looked like this.

and this

The sky had a weird haze to it. I can't remember when I have seen it so foggy immediately following a snow storm.



     It has been a sad time on the mountain as well. A friend in a neighbouring community lost her son in a tragic skiing accident. It was just so unbelievable, so overwhelming. He was a wonderful, talented son, husband and father and our communities are highly impacted by his passing.
     I have just come through a couple of weeks of ups and downs, mostly downs. My fibromyalgia is driving me a little bonkers. No energy, legs hurt, lower back pains, headaches every day, and that's the good news. The bad news is my blood pressure is up, and I've been having problems with my eye pressure, and have had laser treatment on one, and one to go. Oh well, one day at a time. Sometimes, one hour, or one minute at a time.

     I have been doing some painting. More of my "what is it?" kind of painting.

                     I tend to do these weird things when my mood is down. Does it show?

Well, tomorrow is another day, and the beginning of another month, oh, and possibly another snow storm. Hopefully, this will be the week I climb out of the valley, and at least get part way up the mountain, figuratively speaking of course. I'm reminded of a line from a song our choir sang: "When I'm low in spirit, I cry, Lord lift me up."

Evening, getting on toward bedtime, and I'm a little weary. I had quite a workout at excercise today, and I am feeling it now. It was a good workout, as I raised my heart rate which is supposed to be a good thing. That's what I keep telling my back....it's a good thing,....it is a good thing.

I had laser treatment on my right eye yesterday.Very weird. It's supposed to keep the pressure down in the eye. I thought I was going to have the left one done, but when my eyes were checked the right one was worse, so it was zapped several times. Pressure check the first of Feb., then I imagine the left one will need the treatment.

I have to put a drop in my eye four times a day. They didn't say why and I didn't ask.  The little plastic thing they give you with the drops in needs a major squeeze to get the drop out. I look up to the ceiling, find my eye, grit my teeth and squeeze with all my mini might and hope that I am exerting enough pressure to get the diddly drop out, since I'm really not sure, can't really tell if any came out. The gal at the doctor's said to use it until it is all gone. At this rate, I may be using it until February, or March.

I have a to-do list, and have managed to check one thing off it today.....clean the stove and oven. That's always fun. When I bend over and stick my head in, I always think of Hansel and Gretel, and then check behind me. I wouldn't be very tastey anyway.

the cover of my Christmas Poems Booklet

I have a couple of wooden plaques to paint as well as a WINS pin. I've actually started on the pattern for the wood. I haven't picked up a felting needle in about ten days....but I'm starting to get itchy fingers. I will be strong. I will be strong. I will do my painting orders first.......maybe.

Take this fibro and shove it...

     I just finished putting the Christmas decorations away for another year. Thank heaven Christmas only comes once a year.  The decorations go in the attic, and of course the roof has a slant to it, meaning that I can not stand upright. Putting the boxes away is agonizing. The longer I stay bent over the more it hurts, and pausing doesn't help much, so I keep at it until it is done. Then it really hurts, and the pain moves to my legs, and the next thing I know, I have a headache.
     Most days I get by and the fibromyalgia doesn't rear its ugly head too much. I manage up and down stairs, and other things that don't necessitate bending over, or walking great distances, but, oh my, when it flares up it's a doozy.
     After a while, and a bit of rest, the pain recedes, and I am set to go again.  Even now I can feel it easing off, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much.
      My mood hasn't been that great for the last little while, and the fibro doesn't help that any. Sometimes I can't seem to think straight. Is it fibro-fog?  Lapse of memory can be blamed on either the fibro or senility. I chose to believe it is the fibro.
     The day is dreary and it is raining off and on.  It's January 2nd, and the grass is green, with not even a hint of snow. I am anxious for regular routine to start up again, so that I have things to do on a regular basis.  I can do a pretty good job at wasting time, which is not a good thing when you are my age. However, I have accepted the idea that writing this blog is not wasteful, it is therapeutic.