I had been waiting to hear when I would be getting a mechanism to deliver medication directly to my spine, called a Baclophen pump. Praise God Almighty it will happen Monday, Feb.1st, this year. This medication eliminates muscle spasms in my legs, due to m.s. I praying that this new delivery system will reduce my daytime sleepiness as well.
I haven’t posted anything to this blog of mine, for quite awhile simply because I would be whining a lot!!LOL!!
In all seriousness, I am not doing well. I am still battling m.s.-related sleepiness; I’ll be undergoing a procedure to install a pump that will deliver medication directly to my spine. This will alleviate the sleepiness, I’ m going through, I hope. I’m waiting for my insurance to approve this.
I do thank God for I am capable of doing nowadays
I hope to add to my blog at least every other day.
Bye for now. . .
since writing on my blog!! It’s got to do with fatigue primarily. I hate this, but there’s not a lot I can do about it, except pray for strength to endure it.
My story is going very slow–I’m at the half-way point, right now. I’m stalled in the midst of the climatic scene of the story. So far, I’ve no external conflicts. I’m not exactly sure why I’m in this slump, but I don’t like it!!
WARNING–This is a rant!!
Simply my body that’s not tolerating having to deal nearly every moment of every waking day, this cruddy disease named multiple sclerosis.
In less than 5 days this past week, I had to go to the e.r., because of a clog in part of equipment. I won’t go into details, here, suffice it, to say, I hated it.
My life’s statement: ‘It could be worse’ is beginning to lose its brilliance!
I plot & plog on!
Tracey V. Kettles– July 9, 1961 – January 16, 2008
I met Tracey when we were both homeless, back in ’88. She had moved here to Phoenix from Colorado Springs, with her ‘best friend’ who wound up abandoning her. She came to live in the small shelter, run by the Catholic Charities.
She rescued me from further homelessnessI by suggesting I go on Social Security disability income like her, so I did.
We became fast pals, and we lived together for 5 years. We parted amicably.
I decided to check on my old pals, last year. I googled Tracey’s name. What came up both shocked and saddened me: on http://www.findagrave.com. She died in January of 2008.
Tracey had been my best friend when I was at my lowest point;I don’t know how she died, I have my ideas, though. I pray she’s at peace!
me? For starters, I had to go to the emergency room, on June 21st, for I had been vomiting blood, about midnight. It was only twice, but once in the e.r., I did more of that. My diagnosis was g.e.r.d.
Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease or what
I describe it heartburn multiplied a 1000 times!
I got a small complication with this: the last place was in, an skilled nursing facility, gave me a list of my medications including the 2 to treat the gerd. It was implied that I can get my meds filled with this document. No, not according to the pharmacist at the Walgreens I regularly go to. So, I don’ t have these meds!!
My plan of action is call to my doctor’s office, state my difficulty, and see what happens, Monday.
All this has brought about delays, in everything I’ve been doing. UGH!!
I’m not genuinely stressed about this. The Lord is doing a good work in all of this! He is sovereign!
I had found my copy of “The Complete Artist’s Way” [to be known as TAW] in the stuff, my gal pals brought down, from Payson, AZ. Of course, I was pleased as all get out!! I do have a slight problem with Ms. Cameron’s reference to God; however, for me, only me, since I am a Christian, I plan on using Biblical names for God Almighty.
As to the title of this post–well, to be honest, I never did get past the 3rd week of the 12! For me, there are some challenges, such as walking. Uuummhhh, I use a manual wheelchair, and negotiating Phoenix, AZ sidewalks are potentially deadly! Along with the impending summer heat!! All this written, I will do my best.
Ms. Cameron has participants “do” Artist’s Dates–I can certainly do my best with those, as long as I find “to do’s” dirt-cheap or free and in the evening.
I have started the first week of reading along with some of the Tasks, already.
Next time I post, I’ll add what I’ve done.
What if. . .
something happened to you or a loved of ours that really shook you to your very core of your being?
What would your very first response be? Anger, sadness?
Something happened to me four days ago, that I’m still ruminating over.
On the way home from church, I was about roll across the street, I did have the light, the pedestrian indicator light was on, it was o.k., to go across.
Nope, not according a guy in SUV-styled vehicle!! He turned very wide, I had to back myself up to avoid getting hit–it was still quite close.
I looked up into the vehicle; the driver wasn’t even looking straight ahead. He was looking to his left! I called him, “a dumb- – -!”; though I seriously doubt he heard that.
I was too much in shock to get the license plate.
This is a wee bit late; however, it’s still needed!
We are celebrating freedom in this land of ours today
And I wonder if we realize the price so many paid.
It cost a wife her husband, and it cost a mom her son,
A little boy his daddy for this vict’ry to be won.
Brave men fought with fervor all day and all through the night
And when the dawn was breaking our flag was still in sight.
Relief brought tears of gratitude to see”Old Glory” wave
And today our hearts are thankful for our Fathers true and brave.
But there’s another kind of freedom,
It was paid for long ago
By a King who left His throne room
And came to earth below.
His motive was not freedom from oppression o’er the sea
But “to give the blind their eyesight and the captive liberty,
To heal the broken hearted and bind up all the bruised,
T preach the gospel story and bring the world good news.”
There’s another flag that’s flying and it’s color’s crimson red,
It was placed upon Nt. Calv’ry by this King whose blood was shed.
So be grateful to our Savior for His cross and for His creed,
For each born-again American has really “twice” been freed.
copyright 1981 Elaine Pitman