Category Archives: Another Fucking Growth Opportunity

Trauma is a bitch…

Have you ever heard how our bodies can carry memories of our trauma within them?
I’ve experienced it a little before, crying during deeply effective yoga, or a really good massage, but having this abdominal surgery is stirring up all sorts of trauma.
Why?
Well the last abdominal surgery was smack dab in the middle of one of the worst years of my life, and I really didn’t get to deal with much of it at all.
So here is today’s podcast. It’s a healing step taken selfishly for me, one I should have taken ages ago, but haven’t because I hate to do anything that could remotely upset or hurt people. That isn’t my intention here, but it might be a side effect. Even knowing that has made me doubt doing this all day.
I have to stop impairing my own healing on the off chance my voice could upset someone, especially when I am only speaking my truth.

It's ok to not be ok, or so I'm told. SavvySpoons – Living a life of limited spell slots.

I'm not doing so hot on the keeping it together front. My German farmer ancestors are rolling over in their graves at my lack of stoicism but I decided to talk about it with you. The world. Or, you know, the 9-10 of you who listen to me. So join in, settle down, and share in some not okay action.  — Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/savvyspoons/support
  1. It's ok to not be ok, or so I'm told.
  2. Uncut and in pain
  3. Of birthdays and teenagers…
  4. Touchstone Tuesday and My Tummy Wombat
  5. Crafty Crap on a Sunday

A year fit into me…

When I was having my first massage in a long while with Abby I has a transformative experience. It was one of those moments when you aren’t sleeping but you aren’t fully engaged with world and you can reach into your mind and really identify the things you NEED to do with your life.

I discovered what 2021 has to be about for me.

I recently has the discussion with my neurologist that he doesn’t know that there is anything more he can do to help me. I have failed all the drugs currently known to treat fibromyalgia.

So in this coming year I need to learn how to live in a body that is years ahead of help from medical science.

So here is my plan:

  • Find the things I can do to help myself. These include:
    • Exercise on the BoxVR every single day regardless of how much it hurts. Even if it’s only for five minutes. All the research says movement helps fibro.
    • Meditate.
    • Stretch every day.
    • Get a massage a week.
    • Lose weight to reduce stress on already stressed joints.
    • Be kind to myself.
    • Blog about your experience regularly.

I also decided to leave the gallery and work on a book of poetry. I want to write about my experience in a way that makes it accessible to those who don’t understand invisible chronic illnesses.

Finally, I need to take the time I need to love my body. I need to find a way to appreciate what it does for me instead of focusing what it does to me.

So it’s a grandiose plan, but I am hopeful it will help.

At this point, I am my only hope.

Life without Margin…

It was supposed to be a day of rest. Having come off of two days of high energy and low pain levels I knew another flare was coming. I planned to do a load of laundry, sit in the car while my newly permitted teen drove, and make a good dinner. The rest of the day was to be spent expending as little energy as possible and dealing with the aches and pains of activity.

I had my coffee, I took out the dog. The pain level wasn’t too terribly bad, about a 6. All over body aches, joint pain, headache. Your basic flu feeling.

I came upstairs to luxuriate in my bed, watch a show – my hands hurt too much to hold a book up for reading – and snuggle my dog. I came up stairs slowly, muscles aching with each step. I came to the door and low and behold there was my cat, peeing on my bed.

Suddenly my day of rest became stripping the bed linens off to see if her commentary had soaked through to the mattress protector underneath. It had. Then it was gathering up the whole kit and kaboodle, getting it into baskets, getting out a fresh protector, fresh linens, new blankets. Of course everything was on different floors of the three story house because laundry is in the basement and I live on the highest floor.

Up down, up down… can’t keep going. Get the sheets on… get the blanket on… kiddo, please help me with the pillows.
I’ll pay you to do the rest.

And I’m done.

Living with chronic pain is like living paycheck to paycheck. You may do just fine so long as everything happens as expected, so long as you can forgo some things and appropriately prioritize others.

However, as soon as the unexpected strikes you are borrowing on credit and you will have to pay for the expenses another day, or several other days. As for interest, you can push yourself into another flare up and lose days, weeks, sometimes more to lowered energy levels, high pain, medication side effects, etc.

It’s life without a margin, without a safety net and believe me, it sucks.