Picture Me in a Yoga Position

I just completed a lengthy email to my pastor back home to fill him in on some of my ideas for when I get home. I also described for the strong Christian force that permeates the air. I asked him, and I will ask all of you lucky people reading this blog, to please pray for all of the patients here at the PRC (Pain Rehabilitation Center). Ages vary from the 20’s to the 80’s. We’re from Alaska, Florida, Wyoming, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Oklahoma and Canada to name just a few. The reasons for the pains often derive from diseases that I have never even heard of. There is not a person here that I haven’t seen cry in pain and likewise haven’t felt them take me in their arms to help ease a bad day. (The guys aren’t really rushing for intimacy. My sexy stance in sweaty PT clothes must be scaring them off!) They are all used to my wobbly walk and insist they need to examine the contents of my pink “water” bottle. There’s talk that I could invent some new line dance, but even I can’t replicate some of my more athletic movements. Two people have added grandchildren to their families while they were here while some younger patients have longed to attend special birthdays at home. One man had to leave for a week for a family funeral while another was sent to another part of the unit as he slowly withdrew from misuse of narcotic drugs. We come in all sizes and shapes, although my svelte profile can’t be matched. They all know that I am a grandma blessed with the best family ever. Yet we need your prayers. Pray for serenity, courage and endurance. Pray that we feel the dynamic arms of Jesus hold us safely in His care.

We all had high hopes that this extended trip would somehow take away our pain. BUZZ! We still have the pain, and for many of us, the pain is currently much worse than when we came. Painkillers on and off the market are contraband. Anti-depressants are not allowed. Crutches are taken so pain killer behaviors will disappear. We then have an hour each of physical and occupational therapy, and another 60 minutes each of stretches and yoga/tai chi. Stop and picture me exercising that long if you need a good laugh. Go ahead and giggle about this body in some of the more creative yoga conditions and tai chi formations. That comes to three hours of exercises every day. We may have pain, but we are getting pretty buff. I still have a long way before I can find the body I picture in the mirror. I don’t recognize the old, fat lady who greets me each morning.

My pain will be worse in the coming months, but tools like biofeedback, imagery and relaxation will hopefully get me stronger. Will I ever have the strength or energy I had before my body decided to call it quits for a while? Probably not! But I will keep on peddling. Please keep us in your prayers.

I need to get more sleep so “That’s all folks!” If you don’t know these three dynamic words, Google them. (Boy I feel old!)

Advantage of the Mighty Three

• You have a built in excuses for your lack of rhythm on the dance floor. Your wobbles might even start a new dance!

Just Pray

I arrive back at my hotel room, past tired but contented. I received four fantastic cards today from friends and family encouraging and strengthening me. It sets a tranquil setting for the hours and days ahead. I’m accustomed to my room and have developed a routine for these nightly hours.

The theme of the day has definitely been prayer. Once again, a classmate said goodbye. We’re losing friends every day this week. Yet each departs with declarations of continued communication. Although we sense these are echoes of false promises, the need to keep our strength allows these fragile fibs.

This afternoon my migraines were pulsing to a Latin beat, a fast Latin one. The piercing sounds didn’t harmonize with the tinnitus rock n’ rolling an 80’s tune. I realize that God forgot to provide me with even one musical chromosome, but could there be some nice chords? I’ve made arrangements at my home church to pick one envelope out of the collection plate if I just mouth words and emit no sounds. I’m starting to ramble.

God suggested I skip (isn’t that a funny word for me to use) out of the discussion and head to the Quiet Room. I was shocked to find the normally empty room packed with others experiencing similar discomforts. One recliner in the middle was empty but the silly chair kept spinning away. A friend quickly aimed me in the right direction, and I gratefully felt my body seated. (For a change, I was reclining in a chair instead of the floor. That’s progress!!) I soon heard the quiet sobs from a senior next to me. You could tell she tried to stifle all sounds, but her pain could not be quelled. My hand levitated to her shivering frame and quiet prayers slipped from my soul. I felt compelled to help, but my body forbids me jumping to my feet to perform a 20-minute comedy routine. I’m not even sure what I prayed, words just slipped from my lips as I tried to blanket her mind with God’s peace. It worked. She whispered her thanks and grasped my hand in thanksgiving. She noticed my tremors and Cubby blue fingers. She then held my hands with the gentle reassurance of a mother’s love and began to pray for me. We held each other in silence while quiet tears rolled down our cheeks. Life is good.

I then worshiped at a local church that has hosted me for these last emotional weeks. Despite a loud organ and lots of songs, the comfort of a sanctuary and blessed words of a sermon settled my tired bones. I even used my assertive skills after the service to join the congregation in a delicious supper. (Yes, I am the one who won’t go to a garage sale unless other people are there for I fear hurting the buyer’s feelings!) The yummy soup filled me up, but I forced myself to add chocolate cookies. (They don’t have calories when eaten in a church setting.) This church unfortunately matches my home congregation in one important characteristic. Friends were reuniting after time spent apart and somehow missed my less than small frame shaking away. This is now my fourth time worshipping in this gorgeous church. It’s jammed with wonderful missions, active youth, darling children, insightful sermons and fabulous stained glass. But it’s filled with people, active people with busy schedules. Not once has a member started a conversation, even when I uncontrollably sobbed in their chapel on my first Sunday. Luckily my introverted personality (no guffaws out there) allows me to begin introductions. Once this has started, a welcoming nature gently rolls with smiles and simple conversations. One just needs to find the strength to reach out!

The best part of the evening was when the pastor asked if they could include me in Sunday prayers. That took less than a millisecond for affirmation and another second for my request to include my hubby in these prayers. Although I was starting to tire after a very full day, my body was quickly renewed with the energy to keep going. They are going to pray for me and even include Bob. Wow!

How many times have I worried about what gift to purchase for a friend or family member? How often have I stuffed gifts into decorated bags as I head to a gathering? I remember the card (sometimes) and even the ribbon for decoration (well at least I think of it right after I leave home). I’ve got the matching tissue and use that Hallmark shake taught by my daughter. Yet, I forget the best gift of all. A simple prayer would be perfect to include. It’s always the right size and doesn’t need to be returned to the store. My husband doesn’t go in shock or hyperventilate when the charge bill is viewed. Prayer works.

The moral to tonight's blog is threefold. Try to search out strangers before or after a church service. Reach out to new bodies (even those that shake and wiggle like Jell-O). Most importantly, pray! I'll quit the sermonizing for tonight and leave it to the wonderful clergy sharing their skill. Instead ponder on the number of people who gathered on a Wednesday night to honor Christ and have some self-reflection. What a comfort.

Advantage of the Mighty Three:

• People remember you in prayer. Pretty cool!

My Body is on Strike

Another day draws to a close as I sit with bones and muscles wondering why I hate them. They’re confused for the multiple strains I put on them each day. I’m progressing pretty well in physical therapy if I say so myself. We increase minutes and weights each Tuesday and Friday. Although the average change is 1 minute or pound, I was confident that I could do two. That is until I got back to the hotel. My body is really mad at me, and my multiple falls aren’t improving my popularity.

What does this all mean? I’m proud that I am doing more, but . . . I wish my vertigo and tinnitus would be at least a little pleased. My tremors have increased and the stuttering agrees with my disapproval rating. My body has not yet reached the svelte stage and my back is contacting a lawyer.

Despite all of this, I’m pushing through. I want to get better. I long to be able to chase those cute little grandsons and climb up the slide. I long for vacations with Bob that include a bottle of wine instead of a bottle of pain pills. I dream of "Date Night" to a movie where I survive the noise stomping on my head. I need to worship INSIDE our sanctuary when I thank God for my many blessings.

One of the females that I have grown closest to throughout my time here in Minnesota will be heading back to Pennsylvania. Her days at the PRC are over. I was pleased to see her successfully “graduate” the program, but my narcissism longed for her to stay “just one more day”. There are three of us at our team room table who have shared it all. We frequently held hands in prayer or held shoulders when they wracked with pain. We have emailed and called to “just check in” or send an encouraging word. Although we promise to stay in touch, we are smart enough to know that few relationships can maintain their strength when miles scrape our devotion and busy home calendars interrupt the very best of intentions.

I’m so tired and sore that I am trying to decide the worth of walking all of the way to my “bedroom”. I need something to launch me across the room, but with my luck, I would probably bounce off the wall instead. I never claimed to have any athletic ability.

Please pray for all of us at the PRC. We do feel your faith and it does wonders to cushion my falls. God bless.

Advantage of the Mighty Three

• People we don’t even know keep us in their prayers even when we are too tired to finish those nightly Lent devotions.

Pick-Up Sticks Anyone?

I think one of the hardest things here at PRC is saying good-bye to the “graduates”. Each week, about three or four friends say adios. Although we are happy they have successfully completed a tough three and a half weeks, we will miss the cohesion of our group. There’s almost an audible gasp as names are erased from the team board. Three people left last Friday and two will go tomorrow. These people know us better than we know ourselves. We have shared our skeletons, but now must promise we will stay in touch while realizing best intentions probably won’t last long.

I’m ready for the cold weather to end. Anyone who wants to come up to scrape the ice from my car windows and warm up the vehicle are more than welcome. I’m not a morning person anyway, but I must admit the frigid air does wake me up in a hurry. That doesn’t stop my complaining, for complaining is one of my best talents. The weatherman just called for possible snow for tonight. Why is Mayo in Minnesota?

I’m still taking some tumbles. I slammed pretty hard against one wall and am considering trying out for the Bears in some defensive position. I was wheeling so badly later in the afternoon that I brought down two grown men who were caught off-balance as they tried to catch me before I hit ground zero. You should have seen the OT’s face as she walked in with three adults intertwined on the floor with garbage strewn on the floor. My body thought the garbage can could cushion my fall, so the container got knocked over with us. I’m still creaking when I move. My head has some nice lumps from this weekend’s laundry debacle, and my increased PT exercises have muscles that I didn’t know still existed dialing 911.

Thanks for the cards that are decorating my hotel room. Pictures sent by Stephanie also help keep me moving. A fantastic friend from home emailed me Mother Theresa’s poem that I recite daily multiple times. I got another card in the mail. Thanks for all of the support everyone.

I’m going to actually end this posting before it rambles out of control. Pain pills, heating pads and even over the counter medications are now ranking higher than chocolate, but all of the above are on the forbidden list with Mayo. I will be in our hot tub about 3.4 seconds after we get home in two weeks, that is if I can walk that quickly or that far.

I’m falling asleep, so I better clean off the bed and go brush my teeth. I better hurry since there is a strong possibility that this task may take me until morning. Happy dreams everyone.

Advantage of the Mighty Three

• People get to play a human version of pick-up sticks when they follow me into a room.

A Knight in Spinning Armor

The weekend is almost over, but so is my body. I headed off to church for the late service. Do you believe that I actually thought I could make the early service? I was pleased to see that the parent’s room was dark and empty. As I sat back and luxuriated in the peace, the service began. As if on cue, two families with 97 children raced in my retreat. I climbed over some kids while I dodged a couple of balls and rolled my way out of the room. I then tried the main sanctuary but was soon met by the loudest organ in history. I stumbled to an usher to request a chair in the hall. I remained there for a bit, but all I could see was the wood on the door. Although people hushed when they noticed my presence, it was not the most spiritually moving experience I have encountered. Back inside for the sermon, I prided myself for making it through this far. As the offering began, I noticed the bulletin called for music from the orchestra. They had offered a wonderful piece for the prelude, so I sat back with a smile. Bong, Bong! This song began with kettledrum and cymbals. Sorry God, I was out of there.

I made a fast stop, then headed to the hotel. I knew laundry waited. My head had been unhappy since I woke up, but I didn’t realize the fun was yet to begin. I thought I was tricky throwing my dirty clothes in my wheeled suitcase. May I suggest to all of you to open a laundry mat if you are in need of funds. The price of those machines – whew!! I felt like I was back in college as I stuffed everything regardless of color into the machine. I wobbled upstairs to wait. When I headed down to move things into the dryer, I could hear the washer at the end of the cycle. Of course unless you are reading this outside of the continental United States, you probably heard it too. As I switched the load, I quickly realized that this was harder than I thought. I needed to make an 180^o turn to get from the washer to dryer. After I did that pirouette a few times, I was spinning faster than an Indy racecar. As I leaned down into the washer for the last time, the agitator (I had to check the Internet for that term) went for one more spin around the block. As I stood up, my tush went down. I’ll conclude with merely mentioning that the washing machine and floor were not cushioned. As I tried to focus on the spinning ceiling tiles, a handsome knight rushed in to help. If I were 50 years younger and 200 pounds lighter, it might have led to more than a grunt as he helped me to my feet. The hotel clerk flew in next. She had picked me up, literally, on multiple occasions, so she bounced me to my room.

A friend from PRC called to check on my survival. I had earlier emailed her to tell her dinner with me was not in the stars even though I was still seeing stars. We had some good laughs before hanging up. I promised that I would shower in the dark before she sat next to me the next day. You see there is only one switch in the bathroom. It turns on the light and exhaust fan, a very loud exhaust fan. I avoid falling on my face by not turning on the light. Instead, I leave on the kitchen light, open the door and do my thing. As long as I don’t continue this habit in public, I will be ok.

Stephanie sent me a new set of pictures that once again brought tears to my eyes. The pack ended with a picture of Stephanie and I when she was about six. The next included three generations. My wonderful mom sat by my side and held my two-year-old daughter. What wonderful memories! My sister Judy called checking on my retail therapy. Then, my hubby called to tell me that he changed his flight to arrive 24 hours earlier. That would allow him to attend both days of the family support program.

I sit here typing with two lumps on my head and bruises on my body with a full heart bursting with happiness. I have the best family in the world that supports me through these tough weeks. I have new friends to make me laugh and cards from “old” friends decorating the mirrors. I heard a fantastic, spiritual message that still echoes in my soul. Life is good.

Advantage of the Mighty Three:

• Handsome guys come to the rescue when you lie on a laundry floor looking your very finest.

RT

I didn’t blog yesterday. I just needed some quiet time to reflect. I ordered pizza and was snoring by 8:00 PM. Pizza is a no-no according to the foods that I am allowed, so maybe that’s why it tasted so extra good. My schedule at the PRC was really changed on Friday. Other than lunch, I didn’t do anything that was on my original order of the day.

In the morning, my best time of day (ha-ha), I was pulled out for a LONG memory test. I was timed on saying the alphabet backwards, remembering factual information from a story, and completing a dot-to dot with alphabet and numerals. Of course, that had to be backwards for letters and frontwards for the other. Oh, the numbers had to multiples of 7. When one of the tests toward the end of the session began, the examiner mentioned the word “backwards” and I turned my chair to face the door. Although she giggled, I’m not too sure how she appreciated my unique sense of humor. My spelling was pretty good, but my hand was shaking pretty badly so I’m not sure how much was legible. At that point, I was just proud that I could remember my name and birthday. How far can you list the presidents (full name) backwards?

I also had “group”. That entails 43 people seated around the table staring at you and checking on your progress. This is held twice a week. This time,I had the clinic’s head honcho and I was not intimidated. I was considering having him sing the National Anthem backwards but kept a moderate level of decorum. At one more emotional point, the Kleenex was passed my way. After taking a tissue, I commented that another $400 would be added to my bill now. At least that brought laughter. The “big guy” offered me the box at the end of our gathering and told me it would not be added to my bill. See, life is good.

After lunch, I got to see a woman with a great deal of experience in spinal cord injury. I wish my Bobby could have been beside me. I’m praying that I can also receive information that will help my guy.

I had about ten minutes of OT. We were encouraged to get out this weekend instead of spending all the time in our spacious hotel rooms. One suggestion was RT. What a wonderful recommendation from medical staff that I strongly support. It was a super part of my day up to now. Oh – for those of you not enlightened in this new medical break through, RT stands for retail therapy. I just love to help the economy.

I just watched an inspiring movie that you have to watch. Check out Listen to Your Heart. It was free on Netflix. I clung to my laptop and went through about six boxes of Kleenex. (I should have snuck more from PRC!) Maybe I lost a pound or two in water weight. One of the best quotes was “You have to try the hard things. That’s where most of the dreams hide.” It was kind of like Love Story from decades long ago. I was deeply engrossed when the Internet stopped the film at the climax of the action. I decided that I didn’t like that interruption, but I guess you can’t complain when the Internet is free.

It’s funny how life has so many interruptions. There’s seventh inning stretch, intermission at the theatre, and half time in football. Take Me Out to the Ballgame” lets me stretch those sore muscles. Intermissions let me mingle around, and half time gets me out of the cold. Commercials allow viewers to dash to the bathroom or hit the refrig. Stand next to me at a Cub game, and you will be searching for beer vendors. This whole trip to Mayo has been an interruption to all of our lives.

I’m trying to view my Mayo interruption as a chance to feel better. Mayo is interrupting our lives for three and a half weeks. I couldn’t be closer to the wonderful friends who sit beside me daily. Each of us has pain wracking our bodies in different ways, but we have banded together all the stronger. When I walk sideways, two of the guys just play volleyball with me as the ball as we go down the hall. This trip will help me learn to deal with the pain. It’s not going away so I must learn some “tricks” that will help the problem, that’s where that retail therapy comes in handy. I keep hearing one of the doctors chanting “head back, shoulders down, deep breath, self-talk, smile” repeatedly during the minutes. It does have a certain beat to it.

We try to keep spirits up. A highlight of Friday was when we decided to switch nametags. We kept our giggles hidden until the speaker looked at one of the males who was now named Janet. (I wonder where he got that nametag?) I love when we start each class with a joke and pass each other Bible verses. This is a tough program, as my multi-colored legs show, but we complete things as a group. I’ve sat on the cold bathroom floor as the migraine nausea came to visit. I’ve given hugs to many when bodies shudder with the pain. We share our lives, barren to the bone, and then hug good-bye as the weekend begins. The week does end with a smile. Can you picture me doing tai chi or a 300-pound man trying to assume a yoga pose? We all care for each other, so life is good.

Thanks so much for the interruptions in my evening, making me run (not meant literally) to the lobby to pick up letters of love and encouragement. I appreciate all the fabulous cards and emails, but most of all, the many prayers I feel surrounding me.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend. Maybe try RT. That retail therapy is pretty good.

Today’s Advantage of the Mighty Three

• Where else can you get permission to shop away for the benefits of retail therapy?

Reality

The frosty morning came to an abrupt close as I walked into Day 4. I had completed the two-day orientation bursting with tests, quizzes and lengthy evaluations. On Monday I became an official member of Team 1, Group A, Set C. Although I knew the letters and number attached to my name, I really had little concept of what that entailed. The honeymoon is over: we’re down to the reason we have all gathered in Rochester, Minnesota.

There has not been a day during the past 96 hours that I have not sobbed, laughed, questioned, prayed and encouraged. Although I am blessed with fabulous friends who live far closer than those people who gather with me each morning, a unique bond has been built with the latter. We all truly know chronic pain. We all beg for changes. We long for a life without drugs and doctor appointments, but also dread that those days have been dashed from our futures.

Formal topics of Positive Mental Attitude, Reduction of Pain Behaviors and Moderation and Modification for Personal Well-Being line our schedules. Yet once the door closes souls are bared to our fellow prisoners of pain. We’re confronted with reduction and elimination of narcotic drugs. We sit next to new friends who shake with withdrawal. We read of a place of hope, but not one where pain is chained away. Instead our time is occupied with ways to manage our broken frames. The physical therapists stretch our unused muscles and remold our brains to the breaking point. We watch new friends crumple to the floor and must stand aside while reality shatters any rose tinted glasses. The seconds tick by until we can rush to these friends who were strangers just seven days ago. We bear secrets that have been stuffed into corners of our hearts, hidden from all, even ourselves. The past is forced into view as we delve into the real culprits of our pain. We know each other better than we know ourselves.

Despite the harsh awakenings, we lift each other up to heights never thought possible. We tell corny jokes, say private prayers and share special gifts. We learn catchy phrases and whisper Bible verses as we beg for ways to endure our pain. We must face the cold fact that our pains will still stain our bodies but we can build sanctuaries to save our spirits. Hurting bodies and broken souls must be honestly faced if we are ever to live in internal peace.

We have learned new skills, but we must take them from the city limits. We must continue the exercise and squeeze in relaxation into our bulging schedules. We all look to the Lord and pray for peace and understanding. We have become one unit, one mass of understanding and love. It is good.

Advantage of the Mighty Three

Lots of people love us even though we are too busy to recognize the devotion.

Thanks to the challenge to be honest and open!

Poor Little Robin

This time I promise, the blog will be shorter.

This morning was a short reminder of last night’s fun. Rochester did not get a lot of snow while I slept, but Jack Frost stopped for a long visit and left everything covered with ice. My car door was frozen shut, but no problem, I managed to get in the passenger door and climb over the console. Not a pretty sight. At least I finally got rid of the cameraman though. I think I saw him rubbing his eyes and dashing down the interstate screaming words I can’t print here. I just put ice skates on the tires and set off. Although quite a few cars decided to do cute little spins or visit the ditch, my vehicle didn’t have vertigo.

I made it to PRC with time to spare. As I rose from the car though, my chubby thighs had trouble standing. I sashayed to the clinic and was doing relatively well until it was time for PT. I got a different therapist than normal. She decided to push me way more than normal. I quickly found the floor and managed to acquire some new beautiful bruises. I’m confident that the colors will be more pronounced tomorrow.

My classmates proved the Atlas strength that has expanded these few days. We have already created a protective shell to guard our hurting friends. It’s nice living in this bubble.

I staggered into church for midweek services and was strengthened by the wonderful service. I even stayed for chili and some home-baked goodies. After all, there aren’t any calories of food eaten under the auspices of a church.

So far this evening, I have received beautiful flowers from home and a long phone call from my daughter. Life is good!

Oh, by the way, a life-long resident of Minnesota told the class today the following:

It’s not spring in Minnesota until you see a frozen robin on your driveway.

Stay warm.

Advantage of the Mighty Three:

• The buttons in the elevator look really cool when you have vertigo. You don’t get to the right floor very often, but you get to experience new places.

You HAVE to Read This One

The original plan of today’s blog was to be short and sweet, concise in my descriptions, and apologetic about the length of this week’s blogs. Well, you know what everyone says about the best-made plans.

Things went well at the PRC today. There was good sharing during the group times, deep friendships were being engraved in our hearts, and I worked hard to stretch my skills in physical therapy. I even followed Bob’s advice! The last thing he said to me this morning was “Try to have only one somersault today!” Although I once again compared the flooring in multiple rooms, I was the one going down to either a sitting or prone possession. I loved it in one group. I was lying on the floor and everyone just bent and peeked under the table when I thought I had something to share. Can you imagine me having something to say?

I was amazed to see the strong religious faith in the fabulous people who surround me every day. We are at the point of sharing Bible verses each morning! Promises of prayer are sincere. Where would we ever be without that faith? I don’t want to know. The Bible verse we chose today was “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” That says it all.

I made it home safe and sound, looking forward to a calm evening and short blog. I soon learned that the fun had just begun. Throughout my stay here, a black dust was mysteriously appearing overnight. I awoke one morning with a black mustache seeping through my C-pap. I scrubbed my face to remove this black grit. It actually was hard to get out of my hairline. When I lifted up a glass, you could clearly see its imprint. It reminded me of what bulletin boards look like at the end of the school year as teachers remove those clever, never changing boards. Remember now that for me to even see anything in the morning is pretty darn miraculous. While conferring with a nurse at my pulmonary/allergy office, she told me to get a new room. My C-pap could not be the naughty culprit. I had to admit my breathing was getting more difficult. This was not the place to stay for a person allergic to dust.

After some finagling, my room was changed to the second floor. The first room the desk clerk suggested was WAY at the end of the hall. I knew there was no way I could walk that far. This fat body could not daily traverse down the halls whistling some happy tunes. I would most probably resemble that thirsty man in the desert crawling to his mirage of water in the distance. I used my assertive skills (Do I hear applause out there?) to say that the room wouldn’t work. Miraculously, the desk clerk could now find another room a little closer to the stairs and elevator. The fun was beginning. I now had to move all of my stuff out an up. There was only one person behind the desk, so it was up to me. I began with positive thoughts and a go-get-‘em attitude. I quickly realized that among the pouring rain, tough PT workout, and movement of multiple items was way past my capabilities. Things were suddenly much heavier than they looked. Plus, who would ever be so hair-brained as to put Easter cling-ons on the window?

I was working hard gathering up my goodies. Those goofy carts have a mind of their own. On trip two,I discovered the hotel room key was not in my pocket. I had inadvertently left the keys downstairs. Oops! Both doors were firmly locked. The person on duty at the desk was gone and I plopped into a lobby chair. Seven hours later, she was smiling at the desk. I explained the situation and got a new key.

As I loaded up another cart, I reached my upper limits of pain and stress. The tears rolled down my plump cheeks. I could take no more. My poor hubby got an earful, but I was at the point that I needed to vent. Wiping tears and forming a tough outer appearance, I took up the third load and noticed the strength of the rain. Some people from upper floors even came downstairs to watch the powerful lightning slice the dark sky. They told me that we were in a tornado warning. No problem. I’m too heavy and stubborn to blow away. I got my unwilling cart into the elevator just in the nick of time. As I pushed the upper limits of my sanity, the elevator slowly started to elevate. THEN, a loud bolt of lightning hit something and we lost power. Mind you I was in the elevator at the time. Luckily the outage was short, so after 27 hours, I could feel the elevator slowly moving to the correct floor. One load to go and then I would be finished with this task. One problem, as I started to move, I noticed both feet firmly implanted. The pain was getting bad. The hotel employee saw that I needed help and wanted to rush me to the emergency room. I insisted that I always walk with a swagger, and stuttering was a great conversation starter. She warily looked at me, but came to my room and loaded up the last cartful. I plopped on the bed, just needing some time when you’ll never guess what came to my wandering mind. I heard the loud shrill of the fire alarm. Everybody out? Don’t worry about the storm warning or that torrential rain. Lightning pierced the sky and the wind grew cold. We squeezed as many as we could under the limited covering. The all clear seemed years away, but we made it.

So suitcases litter my hotel floor as I can now giggle about my situation. This is definitely the same God as who invented the giraffe. I sit in my hotel room and listen to the classical music on my computer. Two of the best-looking grandsons in the whole wide world snicker from their pictures taped to the mirror. (Did you know I was a grandma?) My flowers are still blooming, other details of the room can wait, and I contemplate my many blessings. I thank God for my support as I struggle through some tough days here in Minnesota. I have a hubby who loves me. That works out pretty well since I love him too. Church friends are checking on both of us, and my sisters are only a phone call away. God is good.

It’s time to call it a day. I need to get off these moist pants and read tonight’s devotions. Our Bible verse was perfect today: “(I did) do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

Advantage of the Mighty Three:

• Those silly hotel carts used for luggage can go pretty straight if you have vertigo!

The Novel

I’m writing earlier than normal, and that probably says something right there. It started as a pretty good day. I made it to the first group session. I inadvertently sat in someone else’s chair although the few people in the room indicated it was fine. Whew! Some people are pretty touchy about those things. I moved.

We then went to morning stretching. This was held in the atrium with a domed skylight three stories high. The room was gorgeous; a bright room complete with trees and comfy chairs. There was one problem. I don’t do well with big spaces. I stumbled to a chair and the room was starting to slightly spin. Then, an energetic nurse came dashing into the room, ready to share her love of mornings. I knew I would have to modify the moves by remaining in a seated possession. The room increased its speed and started to make some flips. I borrowed a simple, black purse to change my focal point. Things were better for almost one minute until we stretched our arms forward. Well, I stretched and kept on stretching. To put it simply, I did a perfect forward roll. Luckily two people jumped out of the way to avoid any injury. I decided to finish the exercises while seated on the floor.

An hour later, I went to a class entitled “Medical Aspects of Chemical Use”. The nurse began with a simple introduction and then began a half hour video stating fact about what happens to your brain with narcotics, tobacco, yadda, yadda, yadda. The director presumed a somewhat dry topic required a boost. I think he must have used LSD as a child. About 75% of the background was a mixture of a lava lamp on speed and a morphed, psychedelic screen saver. Although I tried to focus on the speaker or the head of the speaker, but the rapidly changing background was the winner. I put my head down, but I felt like I was on a roller coaster. I knew it was time to go sit on the floor so I wouldn’t be sprawled on the floor a second time. I started sitting with my back against the wall right around the corner of the room. My knuckles were white and my pulse was racing. I chose to lie on the floor and just listen to the film. As the room spiraled, I flopped headfirst on the floor. Maybe since it is Lent, my pose quickly resembled a cross. Then I got the shakes. Then the sobs came. After what seemed an eternity, a nurse rescued me and threw me in a wheelchair. I was taken to the “quiet room”. After some prayers, deep breathing and an overdue box of Kleenex, I thought I could return to the class. They clapped and high-fived me for my perseverance. I love these people. A more experienced classmate made sure I could follow my schedule. She even arranged for an escort to watch over me.

Despite a less than ideal start, my day improved. When you flop on the floor and begin to smell the carpet, people realize the extent of vertigo. I could feel the prayers of my faithful readers and the Holy Spirit surging my soul. There is nowhere in this world where I could have more support.

I ended the day with tai chi and felt like a magnet was pulling my forehead back to the carpet. It was just a 30-minute class so I kicked those darn magnets out of the way. A few of us stayed on the chairs talking about our evening plans. I was invited to join them for a night in a hot tub and Amish pies. That hotel is kind of far away, so I gave my regrets and headed to the car. Even so, it felt marvelous to be included.

My walk was what you would expect. I was wiggling and wobbling but somehow heading in a relative straight path. My angel from class remarked that I reminded her of a classic TV show. She began singing the theme song from the Monkees. I soon joined in. You could probably hear us three blocks away.

Then I realized that Casper came to see how I was doing. He slipped my coat, with my car and hotel keys in the pocket, and hid it. Maybe he is a wanna-be Easter Bunny and wanted experience hiding items. I headed back the 52 miles to the locked tai chi room. No problem! A half hour later, I retraced my path and headed to the parking lot. That darn Casper has a poor sense of humor, but I found my car even though he moved it 22 times.

I decided I needed a stop at the mall to help the economy. I giggled as I saw a security guard whom I could pin in less than 9 seconds. Why are all mall security guys less than intimidating? Think about it!

I better stop here. Previous comments regarding my lengthy posts echo around my hotel room. Sorry for the novel.

Today’s advantage of the Mighty Three:

• When you start the day cruddy, the only way left is up!

Oh yeah. I began the counter at the bottom of the page on January 26. It looks like it will hit 1000 by the morning. Yippee!

Look Out for Casper

I admit it. I was wrong. I know that might surprise many of you. Instead of a cameraman, there is a ghost. He’s not spooky or anything, but he likes pranks and lucky me is the recipient of those jokes.

I went to a nice church this morning and sat in the parent’s room so the organ wouldn’t put me over. I did have my “tremors”, but the pastor helped steady my hand for communion. I walked kind of wobbly heading back and a few people were overcome with my natural beauty. You can’t blame people for staring. I just gave a little smile and felt like saying that I just had a REALLY big communion glass.

I made a quick stop at Michaels and miraculously bought nothing for the grandsons. That has never happened before! (Ignore the fact that they got two bags of goodies yesterday.) It’s a grandma’s prerogative.

Then, Casper came to say hi. I waddled into my hotel room, dropped my bag, and changed my slacks that were real wet from the pouring rain. Bob called about the trouble with my XM radio. He said that I needed to go back out in the rain, turn on the car, and sit there for five minutes or so. I looked for my room key, but Casper had struck. I KNOW where I set the key and it wasn’t there. I still ran outside because the XM lady was listening. Despite the rain, I dashed to my car. Other guests at the hotel were slightly confused when I wouldn’t leave this good parking spot. After what seemed eternity, I dashed from my car and ran (ha-ha) to the front door since the room key was required to gain access to the hotel. I had propped open the door to my suite so I could stumble in my room. The key was still gone.

Since then, that goofy little phantom has been playing hide and seek. He’s hidden the remote, my magazine, the remote again, my phone, my glass, the remote, my purse, the remote, my scissors, and then the remote again. Plus, I still can’t find my key. I think I need a glass of wine because that strange spirit has taken what was left of my brain.

I’m grasping my pillow so Casper can’t get that. I kind of exaggerated before when I described my suite with all those rooms. This place isn’t that big to keep losing all of these things. My ghost must be pretty fast. I’ll be on watch though, so I better get off the computer. Thanks for checking in on me. Hey, the son-of-a gun just blew the power.

Today’s advantage of the Mighty Three:

• · You get visits by Casper. He is a big blog fan.

Those Darn Carts

Howdy! I sit in my hotel room, relaxing in the “living room” and reflecting on a good day. I talked with my hubby bunches including a half hour on Skype. Can’t forget those grandkids. My daughter sent me four astonishing pictures of the dynamic duo. You are hereby warned if you come within 14.2 feet of me, be prepared to see my astonishing grandsons. I got to Skype Teddy where I made up silly stories such as a scary lion named Teddy and his little brother Ollie whose roar was very tiny.

I did journey out to Target where I made an astonishing discovery. The sound of those carts you can borrow in stores if you have trouble walking have the remarkable ability to instantly begin vertigo when it beeps while backing up. It might be a hidden plan of my husband to prevent large credit card charges. Usually, a trip comes close to that three-digit mark. Not this time! I clung to my cart and dashed, well maybe waddled, out the store.

Back at the hotel, I put a Netflix romantic comedy on my computer. It was taking quite a while to load. Approximately 19.3 minutes later, you could hear snoring coming from my room. I did wake up to the last 3.6 minutes of the movie, but I think I will have to try it later when I am sitting up in the in my suite.

I wanted to tell you something fascinating that I found out during one of my tests on Thursday. This is cool! Ok, sit down! Yes, I mean you too! This is a free blog, what do you expect? OK! Fully relax your body while you are sitting. Then tense your right shoulder as tight as you can. Unknowingly, I also tensed my left side, neck and back muscles. The OT explained that this reaction occurs in 100% of fibromyalgia patients. That’s why we get tired more easily. Our whole body works instead of just one muscle group. So there! You learned something!

Going to go do a little biofeedback and imagery before I hit the hay. Thanks for reading. Could you please, note the whining, jot me an email if you ever read this silly blog? My email is cheta(at)sbcglobal(dot)net. A wonderful friend of my sister and confidante of my mom sent me a perfect email stating she frequently reads these heartfelt words. That meant a great deal to this ditzy blond. You don’t need to make an online comment, but your emails would mean a great deal.

Happy dreams everyone.

Advantage of the Mighty Three:

• Your credit card bills are less due to those confounded beeping carts.

Where is the Camera?

Day two at Mayo was quite an experience. There were tears, giggles and hugs. Most importantly, there was sincere concern and love radiating from the halls. The Holy Spirit gently hovers and is silently waiting for any hearts that call.

All of the handicapped parking spots were full this morning, so I drove to the attached parking garage. At $12 per day, I wanted to avoid them. (I got a multi-day card that fortunately reduced that amount to about what I paid when I filled up my vehicle. Yee-Haw!) I wonder who designs these architectural monstrosities. You go up and down and way out of your way to turn and almost backtrack what you just drove. It was the first time today that I almost felt like I was being filmed to look at my reactions when facing drivers who accidentally drive the wrong direction or fight for a rare opening.

I checked in and saw my new friend. Neighbor and I have bonded through many similarities. We both have a strong faith, loving husband, love of books and chronic pain. Prayers are flowing! We are starting to be pushed to our upper limits. We’re cheerleaders for each other, but we don’t wear those cutesy little uniforms.

My first task was to complete a survey. It had 240 questions such as “I am not irritable very often.” Then people need to circle strongly disagree, disagree, neutral, agree and strongly agree. The lines are single spaced by a person with excellent eyesight for the font is smaller than these old eyes are used to. You mark a scantron sheet with itsy-bitsy bubbles. It didn’t take long for the vertigo to come on strong. My eyes needed to go back and forth between two sheets and then occasionally glance upward to further directions or comments from friends. I was sure I had to be filmed, but once again could not see any hidden cameras. I finally gave up and requested a piece of paper to just write the answer. You should see my writing though at the end. I could no longer request students to write neater.

After at least 354 hours of struggling over this, a doctor came to pick me up for my next task. I bonged off the walls, but the doctor said he wanted to observe my gait. Once again, I waved to that camouflaged camera. I went to a conference room with chairs filled with professionals quietly staring at me, ready with computer or pencil/paper to preserve my responses. With vertigo, they were kind of spinning around. That eliminated any fears. If they couldn’t stay in their chairs as they repeatedly lapped the room, I was really no big deal. Questions were professionally stated about my goals for the future. Tears came as I dreamed of being a better grandmother and begged for Bob and I to be able to enjoy a day of leisure without falls, stuttering, silly answers or pain. I was stuttering a great deal, which is the thing I hate the most. I don’t really mind walking like a ping-pong ball, but there are stabs of pain when I can’t express myself to others. After all, I have such dramatic things to record for history. I need to announce the cure for cancer. Maybe I just need to talk about the grandkids, but I don’t want to stutter doing that!

The nerves had that vertigo having a great deal of fun. As I walked back to the waiting area, I really banged against a door. It reminded me that the door always win when I decide to test it’s strength. My upper arm is getting pretty bruised already. I’m confident beautiful colors will be there by tomorrow. A staff member heard the thud and quietly came to offer an arm to help guide me on my way. There had to be that camera somewhere! This could win for funniest video. It could go viral on the Internet.

The day continued much in that fashion, but I was able to leave early. The nurse was busy with someone who needed her more, so I was granted leave earlier than normal. I decided to use the subway, or underground walkway, to head to the parking lot. I had extra time and wanted to learn the route. Let’s just say a cameraman had to be following me. I lost my car. Finally I clicked the alarm button. I could hear that annoying honking, but the noise just echoed in the building. Some other people tried to assist with no better success. I laughed at my struggle. Finally I saw the loudly beeping car but couldn’t get to it. By now I had quite an ensemble coming to the rescue with the same degree of success. I knew I was level 2, could see the car, but the cameraman was surely playing tricks. I waved as I went out of the garage to try to come at the car at another angle. Cheers erupted when I found the car and shouted thanks to my fellow parkers.

When I arrived to the hotel, my bed was shouting for me to visit. I ate a late lunch then made the fatal error of lying down to read some information. Hours later my daughter called. Glancing at the 6:15 time. There had to be some major catastrophe for her to call so early. I groped the fun, gasping to hear the news. Stephanie had to explain that it was 6:15 PM, and the kids just wanted to Skype. Oops!

I’ve accomplished little today. The headache powerfully came to be an advocate for my earlier vertigo. Even so, I could fool it as I successfully used my culinary skill and made frozen pizza and carrots for dinner. The breathing stuff hasn’t set my headache away, but I am about to try an imagery video to work on relaxation. I have a feeling it won’t work to its higher capabilities since I will be giggling about the hidden cameraman!

The Advantage of the Mighty Three:

• A conference room of professionals staring at your responses loses its intimidation with them spinning around the room.

Bubbles

What a busy but worthwhile day. For those of you who don’t know, I am back at Mayo working in a 17-day pain management program. Boy do I have the stories to tell, but I realize that I won’t get to many of them. A look at the time makes me cringe as I imagine my nurse’s face when she reads the number of hours of sleep I will get tonight. But my goodness, what do they expect when they assign this much homework. This place is fabulous, but they sure want the details of my life. “What was your relationship with maternal grandparents when you were young? What was your relationship with maternal grandparents when you were a teenager? What is your current relationship with maternal grandparents? I’m waiting for questions about my relationships with the mail carrier, Target cashier, and the neighbor of the second cousin of my paternal grandparents on March 19, 1970? Don’t smirk over there. I’m almost serious.

Let me back up. Bob and I drove up on Wednesday. We needed to stop about every hour to stretch and ease achy bones and muscles. I think by now I have been in every McDonalds from home to Rochester. No problem, fast food is so good for my waistline. My tinnitus sounds as if someone is whistling at my figure. Woo Hoo!

I’m staying at an Extended Stay that is very nice. Bob helped haul all of my goodies into the room. He wanted to make sure that I was settled OK. Some people might describe this room as a studio, but they have no sense of creativity. I have a cozy kitchen complete with 2-burner stove, micro and frig. They supplied 1 knife, 2 forks, 3 spoons, 2 plates, 2 bowls and a frying pan. At least everything is within reach, so I don’t have to worry about my legs giving out. I have an office, craft room, family room, library, bedroom and bath. What else do I need? I splurged and bought those gaudy dyed daisies to brighten up the space. They sit next to pictures of grandkids and hubby that I brought from home. I even spent a whole dollar and have Easter window clings. They make me smile. That’s good.

My poor hubby made it home after an adventure with the airlines. Mechanical problems - that speaks for itself. He ended up taking a bus to Minneapolis for a plane to Chicago. I dropped him off at the Rochester Airport at 7:15 this morning and he didn’t make it home until around 6:00 PM. Doesn’t that sound like fun?

I have made friends with many of the other patients. We gave each other nicknames. (I wonder whose lopsided brain came up with that idea?) There is D-bar Neighbor, Green, Texas and Aloha. They picked “Bubbles” for my name. I think they have noticed my gift of gab. My biofeedback doctor asked if I would be able to do something difficult. I fell for his question and asked for a clarification. He wanted me to stay still and QUIET for five minutes. Yeah, right! We’ll be getting along just fine!

My vertigo decided to act up some for most of today. I guess it was easier for staff to check out the crazy lady demonstrating bouncing off the walls and sitting on the floor. When I got this big bod moving, I warned my companion that my vertigo wanted some attention. Most staff just walked and talked while I stumbled along in a beautiful zigzag formation. Some people asked if I wanted any assistance. My locker neighbor cleared my table and got my lunch ready. Nobody gawks or wonders whether I had snuck in some green ale. I fell a few times, but there is a therapy dog that would slowly amble over for a good scratch behind the ears. It’s another nice excuse for examining the carpet.

Besides Mayo info, I need to confess. My bichon, Einstein (for his hair not his brains) is ahead of me in the NCAA brackets. In fact, he is in first place!

Lots more to talk about, but I will save that for tomorrow. I better hit the mattress. I need all the beauty sleep that I can muster. Thanks for the prayers. I feel even stronger that God is here with me. You can look outside and see his handprint in the gorgeous rock formations. There is a sense of peace and serenity at the Pain Rehab Center, they call it the PRC, that can only come through the presence of the Holy Spirit. I’m amazed at the number of Stephen Ministers who are either patients or staff. There is the whisper of hope floating in the air. I can easily smile as I knock into that dumb pillar that jumped in my way.

This is right. I questioned coming on this adventure with some wonderful friends. My pastor sent me packing following a prayer, lying on of the hands, providing a gift of an oil cross on my forehead. That cross still is gently caressing my soul, urging me on and now scolding me that I am up way too late.

It’s not good getting the Holy Spirit mad, so I am out of here for now. Keep praying and then have some fun. Life will ramble past you if you don’t pay attention.

Advantage of the Mighty Three

• You get to create new friendships strengthened with a bond of understanding, Translated, this means that Bubbles can’t keep her mouth shut and my new friends can’t keep from laughing. Thanks God! I like laughter.

Polished Baseboards

When the kitchen renovating finally came to a quiet end, our contractor provided a cleaning lady for four free hours. Dust was everywhere! Putting things away and clean was a much bigger job than we had realized.

Following her work, both Bob and I were floored to look at the floor. She had gone down to hands and knees to insure cleanliness. Dirt hidden in grooves and cracks could not elude her work. Glass shelves sparkled. I know my homemaker skills are just slightly higher than any athletic skills (or lack thereof) but this was amazing. We had a different cleaning crew before, but their work was not even comparable.

We needed to keep this new cleaning guru. So we hired her, and her college-aged son, to come on Saturday morning. Bob stayed home while I went to church for a Stephens meeting. He wondered why they were taking so long in our bedroom. My hubby heard vacuuming and movement, so he knew they hadn’t stopped for a quick snooze. After two hours, his curiosity won. As he looked in our door, he couldn’t believe his eyes. They had pulled out our bed and vacuumed underneath. How many people even attempt to capture all those dust bunnies (and magazines, socks and dog toys)? The dust had to be at least nine inches deep. They cleaned and organized everything under our bathroom sink. I’m usually afraid to even open those cabinet doors. Both dressers sat away from the walls to rescue lost items that had fallen behind the furniture. A whole barrel of lost and found items quickly accumulated. Of course as long as these furniture items were pulled from the walls, they vacuumed and dusted. Who does that? Even the baseboards were polished. I didn’t know baseboards ever met wood polish.

Teresa, our new angel, didn’t want any praise. She humbly said that these activities were just parts of her job. She cleaned. Today’s homeowners don’t have time for these tasks. Time with family and church should be more important. Her son simply stated that his mom was a cleaning “professional”. She took pride in her work, but everyone should be proud of his work. Do things always to the best of one’s ability.

After only one visit, she quickly knew the way to Bob’s heart and brought him homemade sausage and some strong Polish vodka. Besides wanting items clean, she believes personal bonds between people need to be strengthened. Strengthen away! Bob will take any homemade goodies if that helps her character. (What a wonderful hubby I have!)

That’s part of the philosophy for my long-awaited journey tomorrow. I head back to Mayo for three and a half weeks of hard work as I do my part in fighting my pain. The medical staff are the experts. I’ll listen to their advice after I check out their baseboards.

The next weeks bring many wonderful events: no dust under the bed. new physical therapy exercises, a long trip to Rochester, extended absence from Bob (and Einstein) and polished baseboards. Everyone is doing his or her part. Please accept your job of praying for wisdom, serenity, knowledge and patience. (You could probably forget that patience part. I’m a hopeless candidate under that category.) When people work together, God accomplishes amazing miracles through the use of our arms, legs and hearts. Thanks for all your work.

Today’s advantage of the Mighty Three

• · You get to be the recipient of many prayers.

Sirens Rushed to Our Home

Bob and I went to the mall this morning in search of knowledge of using Apple laptops as paired friends. Nothing like those young experts to make us admit our ignorance in today’s technology. Do all techies have nose rings and ponytails?

As we grabbed a burger before heading home, a neighbor greeted us with a smile. Just a short time ago, he had heard sirens rushing to our home, something unique in our quiet neighborhood. Another young gentleman, who weekly stops by our home to help with our aquariums, set off our home alarm. His boss had switched their password while forgetting to inform his young employee. Bob and I seldom have the alarm activated during the day. It sure was an unwelcome surprise as fire engines, ambulances and police rushed to our address. At least we found out our alarm company is diligent in efforts to protect our home. Tell that to our quaking “fish guy” and startled bichon.

Bob and I have gone through almost all of the boxes and bins crowding our home following the kitchen renovation. We should finish with one more work session. A new cleaning lady arrives tomorrow afternoon to try to get the remaining grit from our home. (I used to smile when I heard friends say they needed to clean before the cleaning lady.)

Bob just got back from a walk with Einstein. Curious neighbors rushed outside to see him. We’re now somewhat celebrities and extremely grateful it was a false emergency. Bob’s unsure of the throngs he attracts and pledges to obtain a disguise before venturing out again. I just laugh.

Advantage of the Mighty Three

• You quickly discover your neighbors’ concerns if sirens rush to your home. They’re aware of your medical hurdles and send silent prayers for our health. Thanks guys. We’ll take all the prayers we can get.

Bouncing Blubber

Happy Fat Tuesday everyone. It’s one of our favorite days of the year. Imagine people expecting us to pig out. It’s almost a religious obligation.

Things are hanging in there, about the same as always. Weather fronts seem to add a zing to my headaches. Chicagoland has been changing weather conditions faster than I can change my mind on what clothes to wear. I don’t need to ask whether the outfit makes me look fat because I have learned to face reality. I have enjoyed far too many Fat Tuesdays to wear any single digit clothing. I just figure that the layers of blubber will help pad my frequent falls.

We now have workmen outside tending to our brickwork. There were two areas where the drain spouts would overflow causing wonderful ice skating rinks in the winter. With our love of ice, something had to be done. Our mailbox is also at a 47^o

angle after valiantly battling snow plows during our months of heavy snow. So add one more item to the list of how we are helping the economy. At least when I pull out the plastic, free miles are added to our account. That means more trips to see those cute little grandsons.

This will be a short blog today so I can continue to shove food into my mouth. We still have a box of paczskis in the frig that are calling my name.

Advantage of the Mighty Three

• Layers of fat are really cushions to protect my falls, making them somewhat of a medical necessity.

The Fringes

Bob and I made it to church today. It always feels wonderful to see our church family. The sermon compared the Transfiguration to Golgotha in a unique and comforting way.

Due to the noise and vibration of the organ, we have come to sit back in the narthex. It used to be seating just during music but has come to be during the entire service. We jokingly refer to these seats as "in the balcony". I’ve always known that somehow there are “reserved” seats in the pews. Golly forbid you sit in the place of the senior ladies or even certain families. I had never heard of saving these seats way out in the fringes though. This location lacks some of the peace found in the pews. People see us and offer sincere hugs and concern, but that sure distracts two ol' folk with ADD tendencies. The noise of kids, latecomers, ushers and even friends can interfere with the service, but at least it feels like home.

Bob and I are in the fringes – almost there, but not quite. We have become more spectator than participant. How true this also seems for our life. We want to go to the mall, basketball game and social gatherings. Our current physical conditions have instead placed us in the fringes. Right now, he wants to go out to dinner. (The new kitchen has not improved my culinary skills.) I'm afraid to go because the strong medication has finally slightly broken my migraine.

There are advantages to our fringe lifestyle. We save money by not going to the movies, concerts or ballgames. We spend more time together. (Poor Bob, with me 24/7.) People know where to find us. BUT, we miss our friends. That’s one way this blog has been beneficial. People still hear how we are doing. My jabbering keeps people in touch. I love to hear comments my jabbering, but I've been told leaving comments is not as easy as it sounds. Living in the fringes is too often a spectator sport. We peek in but don’t fully take part.

Right now, fringe life is all that we can hope for. We ache to get back to the throngs and join in the fun. We’ll get there sooner or later with the help of our pain doctor and the wonderful folk up at Mayo. Just keep turning around, give us a wave and share your love.

Advantage of the Mighty Three:

• · You get special seating at events.

Brain in a Blender

This has been a tough week for me. My vertigo has me going a little crazy that I guess isn’t too hard to do. I decreased one of my medications and quickly realized that may not be a good option. After three weeks of sitting on the floor, I returned the medicine to the original amount.

I have not had this type of vertigo for this extended amount of time. Picture scooping out your brain and tossing it in a blender (lovely visual I know). It literally feels like my brain is spinning and morphing into new shapes. Although that’s an interesting condition, I think I could easily stop this vertigo without complaint.

It feels like someone is strongly massaging my head just past the comfort level. My hair looks gorgeous since even brushing causes pain. Water from the shower is excruciating, so I am helping our water bill. I long for a hot shower.

The good new though is that I’ve managed to make some cards for relatives. Each one takes me hours to finish, but I’m glad that at least there is a finished product. Our family room has papers, adhesive, stamp pads and stamps scattered around my seat on the couch. (It would be an interesting psychological study to see individuals’ assigned seating in their family room and its impact on personality traits.)

There are still boxes on and under the dining room table. Most of the items have found a new home though. Orphans will just be donated to some worthy cause. I hope to finish early next week.

So instead of stamping or cleaning, here I plop on the couch writing my blog. I am so creative on excuses for procrastination. Keep those prayers going for us. God knows right away whom you will be talking about.

Advantage of the Mighty Three:

• You get a new excuse for a bad hair day.