When we went to Ehlenbach’s Cheese Chalet about a week and a half ago, we picked up a few cheeses, including this delicious garlic cheese. We had an interesting, low spoons dinner this evening.
Our main printer broke and our secondary one kept jamming. It was a rough two and a half to three hours of stress and hurry up just to wait some more. I usually love my desk, because it’s a standing desk that I have a tall chair for in case I need to sit. But today I was up and down trying to help them get either printer working before the repair technician showed up.
I was already struggling with my pain levels before I did the deck chair Hokey Pokey. Now, my pain levels are through the fucking roof. I threw up both breakfast and lunch today. I legitimately thought I was going to pass out at one point, because I had to take a bunch of deep breaths. I just sat the fuck down in the middle of the hallway near the bathrooms because I was just… out of it. My ears were ringing, my vision went spotty, and I thought I was going to throw up again. It wasn’t a headaches my butt would have gone to the ER. But it was like my usual full ache was dialed up to eleven.
Between this fibromyalgia flare up, the left hip bursitis, my white blood cell count being up to 10.4 K/ul (down from 12.67 in February where fuck if anyone knew why it was that high), my PCOS giving me double trouble for the last three months in a row, and my anemia kicking my ass it’s a wonder I can get out of bed.
I’m so tired of being in pain. I’m so weary. Hopefully my new treatment team will be of better help to me than my previous one.
Goodness knows I have a better, if still small, support system right now.
I am bothered by the basic lack of compassion, kindness, and understanding in those that claim to be followers of Christ.
Why? Because they claim he died for their sins, but are unrepentant in acts of horrific cruelty to their fellow man.
Jesus replied: “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” ~ Matthew 22:37-40
Both to yourself and to others: be kind, be patient, and have compassion for those who struggle.
Now, I may be a Jewish-born pagan, but Jesus was a Jew, too. I strive to live a good life, regardless of my pantheon. I wish to leave behind a legacy of kindness, compassion, and a little bit of laughter.
Do you know what genuinely gets better with age? Adventure. Big ones to other countries or other states! Little ones to the grocery store with a dear one!
I am trying to pry my brain away from this whole “homelessness is a reality and unhoused is not a nice word” piece I want to write. It’s not going well. I am absolutely hyper-fixated on it.
Dear, sweet, darling DW has opened a can of worms in my head to the point where I am considering writing a random thesis paper on homelessness in America. All his fault.
I am fairly certain I have already answered this, but I’m going to update, change, or otherwise amend my response. My favorite thing about myself is my ability to change and remain kind. Compassion and adaptability.
I previously answered that my tagline would be “yarn-addled”. Right now, however, I think it would be “remarkably resilient, possibly unfortunately so”.
I want to talk to my brother, Mal. I’ll be seeing him late next month. He’s crap at returning phone calls, but that’s a known issue. Maybe I’ll try texting him Sunday.