Month: June 2017
Welcome To Caturday
Today is the first Caturday in a long time where I’m just hanging out, praying for rain because I need the pressure to drop for my migraine to break a little. 😦 Cat has tried comforting me the majority of the day, sitting on me like she thinks she’s hatching eggs, but I can’t move my neck and I’m in so much pain I contemplated murdering the sanitation workers when they came to pick up the trash this morning. I was lying here at the time praying for the pain to end, and the second the truck came up the street, it was as if someone parked Times Square inside my skull. I still can’t get the noise to stop. Yes, people have to live, but am I supposed to just hide in a bunker every day of my life?!
Needless to say, this week has been AWFUL for me. I’m hoping I’ll be feeling better tomorrow for the Grand Opening of Witch City Wicks. I’ve attached the link if you’re interested in hand-crafted soy candles. BLACK Lavender is my favorite, but I’ll probably find some new ones tomorrow, providing I’m feeling okay. It might just be nice to be near the ocean.
I hope everyone is having a good day. I’ll be back ASAP with something new I’m working on.
The Psychological Impact Of Having To Ask For Help
https://themighty.com/2017/05/mecfs-psychological-impact-asking-for-help-illness/
I think this is so important for people to read and understand. Last weekend I was asked why I was pushing myself so hard. Here’s the answer: No one else knows precisely how I do things, and no one else knows how difficult it is for me to get these things done. They don’t have to live with my pain for a second. I’d prefer to blame myself, and only myself, if there is a missing item or a mistake made (I made a big mistake a few weeks ago and had to return two items that I would normally NEVER screw up, but all it took for me was stress, distraction, and a single moment of feeling overwhelmed.).
I may have horrible days, like today, when I did have to ask for help, but there are many 10+ pain level days when I force myself to grocery shop and run errands because no one else will ever be as thorough as I am. Yes, it bothers me, but I don’t have much choice. When I DO ask for help, people act like I just asked for ten million dollars, so I don’t accept help any more unless someone offers and I feel the offer is genuine.
No One Fights Dirtier
“No one fights dirtier or more brutally than blood; only family knows it’s own weaknesses, the exact placement of the heart. The tragedy is that one can still live with the force of hatred, feel infuriated that once you are born to another, that kinship lasts through life and death, immutable, unchanging, no matter how great the misdeed or betrayal. Blood cannot be denied, and perhaps that’s why we fight tooth and claw, because we cannot—being only human—put asunder what God has joined together.” ―Whitney Otto
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 