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I miss my mama

I miss my mama

I HATE being sick and I’ve had a lot of practice at it over the past two weeks. Apparently the United States is being attacked by two virulent flu strains. That means if you didn’t get a flu shot (that would be me) you will get the flu. It also means that if you DID get a flu shot, it was likely the WRONG flu shot and you will still get sick.

So there.

I didn’t even really realize that the portrait of my mama was in this photo, but it kinda fits because I’ve been thinking how much I wanted her since I’ve been sick.

I know a lot of people – like nearly the whole COUNTRY – are suffering from this shit (which is scary and a whole other blog entry), and I have no reason to feel sorry for myself, I do and I am. While BigD was home for the first week and took exceptionally good care of me and my Buglet has been here for me and my dear, dear friend Betsy, from Me~Myself & I dropped off some homeopathic meds this morning, does ANYBODY EVER stop wanting their mama when they’re sick?

I had a wonderful Christmas and got the ONE thing I wanted: a new lens for my camera. It’s awesome and I can’t wait to feel better/for the weather to change in order to utilize the damn thing, lol. In the meantime I am studying every day, trying to learn everything I can about the craft of photography.

Today I’m feeling a bit better, but I’m not gonna let this monster fool me again; the last time I felt better (Monday, I think) I was all over the house upstairs, down in the basement, doing house stuffs. Yesterday I was back on the sofa – bleeeh!

The worst thing is that when I get something like the cold or the flu or even a hangover (not that I get them much these days), I end up feeling worse because it exacerbates the Fibro. I’ve learned to deal with the FM every day, but add something more to it and I am a mushy, weepy mess.

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Also? My ONLY resolution for 2013 is to try and post here more often.

Ensuring that I’ll likely not be back until May.

a daisy through concrete

This last week has been a fucking BITCH. So much pain that I just want to go to sleep and stay there until it goes away. Well, it never goes away, but it gets tolerable. Honestly, it’s all I can do to keep from screaming.

This month is chock-full of STUFF.

This weekend is my grand-nephew’s b’day party and Mother’s Day, as well as a graduation celebration for a dear friend’s daughter.

Tuesday is the birthday (whoopie) and we’re going out to eat w/TheBaby and her boy. Next Saturday is our Brewers weekend! I get to see TheBoy and his girlie and I think we’re going to the ZOO!
I am so excited for that.

I really wish I had more – more happy, more fun, more bitchy, more SOMETHING – the way I’m feeling is not conducive to ANYTHING.

can’t find a better man

Feh .. feeling kinda rotten today. I decided on Sunday that this would be the week to get the spring cleaning done. That way I’d be ready to go when it really got nice.

Of course, Mother Nature has been showing a strange sense of humor this year … we’ve been enjoying decidedly early summer weather the past week or so. I have a sneaking suspicion that it’ll be colder than a witch’s tit once true spring actually gets here.

Anyway, got the porch mostly done on Monday, except for the windows.

Yesterday, I got the dogs off to the groomer, then tackled the living room carpet. After two hours of trying to figure out why my Bissell didn’t work, I went and rented a RugDoctor. To say that I’m pissed is to put it lightly, but – the show must go on.

Fortunately I have only one room of carpet.

Got the dogs clean, most of the laundry clean, all but the French door windows and the carpet clean in the living room. I will be doing the windows on the porch and the French doors today and then likely taking a break until at least the weekend.

I KNOW I should go to the doctor, but I am still not over the LAST fiasco. It’s difficult to have any kind of trust or confidence in your healthcare giver when they continuously focus on minor issues (Fibromyalgia and the fact that I occasionally have more than one beer in a sitting) and completely ignore the excruciating pain that makes my every day life unbearable. Going to sleep and not waking up sometimes looks more and more attractive.

I keep thinking I’m ahead of the game; both my parents were dead by the time they were my age, so … every day for me is a bonus, lol.

Went to TheBaby and her boy’s house this weekend – these were my favorite photos. And my most recent favorite pic of BigD.