Friday, July 11, 2014
Hubby is in the army reserves. He's doing annual training for the month of July. Last night, for the first time in about 13 years, he pulled CQ (charge of quarters). It's a 24 hour duty.
How strange for me. I've seen him through deployments, off to schools and other annual training out-of-state. CQ, though, is something he hasn't done since he was regular army. It was strange having the house to myself for just one night. He said I should be happy it is only one night. To tell the truth, it's easier to adjust when at least a week is involved.
Sounds strange, probably. It's kind of like asking someone to get used to daylight savings time for a day then saying, "never mind. we'll just stay on standard time."
Thursday, July 10, 2014
I'm trying to keep balance in my life. I know the spiritual aspect is out of sync. The physical is getting better. My spirits are better, partially because the new meds seem to be working.
I guess the mental part to work on is learning to cane. So far I am at the very basic. I am cleaning a very old chair and prepping it for next week's class. Then I will actually start the process of caning.
That's my progress report so far for July.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
A Box Full of Kisses
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.
Sunday, June 08, 2014
Yesterday I went to an expo for seniors, caretakers and family members. I now fit into the senior category at 56 (still tying to get used to that).
I brought home lots of useful goodies and info. The most important thing was getting a hearing test. The tech said I had perfect hearing. I told him what was going on - words seemed too fast for me to understand, I felt like I wasn't hearing it all. He said he wanted to try something else. He ran some more tests.
Turns out I have superior hearing. While most people should be at a 20, I was in the negative numbers. I could hear very high tones as well as very low tones and everything in between.
There's where trouble lays for me. I hear so much I can't take all the info in. I sort of shut down and cannot process it all. It's not me being crazy. Maybe not even fibro fog. It's just too much.
This is a major relief finding this out. It is why I can't be in busy situations or shut down. It is why I can't concentrate well.
This may seem crazy, but there are times I can faintly hear a radio on. I can't make out the words, but there have been times I have heard tunes, an announcer, more, different tunes. I did think I was crazy. Now there is an explanation! What relief.
I would love to learn more about this and wonder of folks in similar circumstances. What do they go through? Is there research being done?
I do know folks with fibro often have heightened hearing. I just never knew I was one of them,
Thankful and relieved is what I've been feeling. Similar to the feeling I had when they told me I had the fibro. I have to learn to cope just as I did to that, but just knowing I'm not crazy makes me ecstatic!
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