People of a certain age will be totally familiar with this meme (or versions of it). The one I remember was a ginger and the 'rope' it was hanging from was a single strand of rope with a big knot tied at the end.
I wasn't actually doing 'well' when I fell last year and experienced the brain bleed. And then things got way 'worse'. It has been 14 months of me trying to scrape my life back together and it is like trying to put jello back into the mould.
But I keep trying. And 'failing'. But every time I lose heart, I remind myself I did not die that day in 2024. What is it I'm meant to do? Can I? I must be able to if I must do it before I can shuffle off this mortal coil?
I keep seeking answers. Solutions.
Tomorrow begins two weeks of dealing with a multitude of health issues. I don't know why they all wound up bunched up all together, but here I am.
I had every intention of getting to the loom at least once today, hopefully twice, because I will be on 'light' duties for the next 3 weeks. Giving my body time to recover from the procedures, and the stress of getting test results, then either putting those out of my mind for another 6 months, and to start using the 'new' topical cream that promises me...my life back.
I hope they are right. Because if there is something I need to do, I also need a functioning body. Or at least, one that is functioning better than mine currently is.
One of the nice things about having friends around your own age, they remember things that you do. So when I talk about hanging on by a thread, she immediately sent me kitty hanging. When I said I felt like I should post The Desiderata somewhere I could read it daily, she said she had it on her current playlist.
While I love my younger friends deeply, there is nothing like having your social cues understood.
In the meantime, I have some 'light' duty tasks that should provide some distraction over the coming weeks. And I still have books in my TBR pile. Maybe I will finally get to them?
Anyone who wants to send light and love for the next 3 weeks? Will be welcomed. A friend uses 'gold dust' as a way to send best wishes, comfort, whatever. I send out a cloud of gold dust to anyone who needs it.
3 comments:
And much gold dust back to you! And auto correct or bad typing changed it to good dust. Surely gold dust is in fact GOOD dust!
Hey, I'm here, cheering in your corner, sending gold dust - imagine a huge airplane, filled with gold dust (instead of fire-fighting stuff) - dumping all that gold dust and encouragement right on your house and the surrounding area. I remember the cat hanging on the rope, and all the other stuff from when we were young(er).
StephanieW
Sending white light, pink light and gold dust your way. Hoping for good results and easy recovery, and several things crossed off your list (even if you have to add them and cross them off immediately).
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