I survived con! WOO! On the other hand, I’m super exhausted and achy. Emotionally wrung out. And I want to hibernate for 3 months. I’m fortunate to have such an incredible team working with me, couldn’t do it without them. ❤ I have another con in 2 weeks that I have to prep for, and I’m sitting here going, “I don’t want to do any adulting!” I will be spotty in my posts for another bit. Thank you for your patience and understanding! ❤
A fellow blogger, Kim who writes I tripped over a Stone, shared that she was nominated to do this blog challenge, and nominated anyone who wanted to join in. I’ve been staring at spreadsheets and creating newsletters for long enough that my brain needs a break. I even took a nap today, but still tired. Blah! How it works: Thank the blogger who nominated you. Share eleven facts about yourself. Answer the eleven questions the blogger gave you. Nominate eleven bloggers who deserve the award. Create eleven original questions for the nominees to answer. Let them know they have been nominated. Eleven facts about me: I wear the mantle of Crazy Cat Lady with pride, and like most cat people, there are more photos of my furbabies on my phone than anything else. I’m the human to 5 cats. I am a huge geek/nerd. My house is full of collectibles! Mainly comic books, sci-fi, and fantasy. There is a Millenium Flacon
One of the things about being a chronic pain patient that I find the most frustrating is being asked: ” On a scale of 1 – 10, what would you rate your pain?” You want me to what now? I *live* in chronic pain. You expect me to categorize it in a convenient little number for the electronic medical record system (EMS)?! As if chronic health conditions were that simple! HA! Another chronic illness blogger who writes I Tripped Over a Stone (check out her blog), suggested that I write a piece about the pain scale and dialogue to use when being asked to rank pain. She thought my dialogue for working with health professionals about pain was a sound one, so I’m going to share it with you, in the hope that it may help. (Skip to the end if you only want the script) But first! We as patients have to change the way we think and approach
This is the finished result of my first crochet project. I didn’t have a specific plan for this, I just
I’m not allowed to crochet right now; instead, I must snuggle the cat. She insists.
I’ve been watching YouTube videos on how to crochet. I can knit decently, but always wanted to learn to crochet as well. It’s enjoyable to make things and keep my hands busy, and this is something I can do when I do not have much energy. Hobbies are essential, so is learning new skills. I challenge you to learn something new today!
I apologize for the lack of posts. I’ve been dealing with these bouts of extreme exhaustion (with other symptoms) for
I apologize for the absence of posts, I’ve been busy with work and having to deal with health issues that have cropped up. In addition to that, I’m trying to get the floors redone in the townhouse so that we can sell and buy a home with a yard. Which means moving stuff around to make room to do that, which means my newly diagnosed spinal arthritis isn’t happy with me. Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Heh. My mother also has osteoarthritis in her spine, though her’s is far worse than mine. I’m starting early though, apparently. Gif from Giphy.
Captain Awkward is amazing! The advice the Captain provides for people is valuable and essential because we too often are not socialized with healthy personal boundaries. Both as a giver and as a receiver. My mom is not good with boundaries, she wants to hug, and “mother” everyone and people are often too nice to say something. *I* don’t want to be hugged all the time either, but growing up my consent was ignored, and I had to give/receive hugs whether I wanted them or not. via #1080: “Telling a classmate to keep their hands to themselves.”
In regards to this latest act of domestic terrorism: Yes, I’m going to call it terrorism, the point was to terrify the victims and to then destroy them. To become infamous. The shooter wanted attention, he was angry, he’s a product of a toxic culture both close to him, and in our society. We need to address this as a society. It seems like a lot of these domestic terrorists lack the emotional tools necessary to handle stress, disappointment, toxicity around them, and even fundamental social interactions (i.e., Being rejected as a love interest/sexual partner). We need to make sure that people are equipped emotionally and educationally as they grow up. Find healthy ways to channel their anger and aggression. And end the stigma and scapegoating of those with mental health issues (like depression and anxiety, or autism, etc.), who are more likely to be victims than aggressors. Tossing people in prision*after* they commit the crime is only reactionary, we