Category Archives: #fibrowarrior

AShes to diamonds…

and guilt about future bad acts you aren’t even in the position to do.

Join me in my latest episode!

Welcome to Season 2 – The Spice of Life SavvySpoons – Living a life of limited spell slots.

Misty welcomes you back to her podcast. Which she totally stopped recording because of a seasonal break or some other intentional reason instead of basic overwhelmed spoonie forgetfulness. Totally. 
  1. Welcome to Season 2 – The Spice of Life
  2. Simply Do.
  3. Ignore your pain, then write about it.
  4. I'm back?
  5. Your Body, Your Funeral

Nagaina…

Sing us a song of softness
cradling our head molded in shreds
who has delivered us who?
now that the neck pain is dead?

I named my new pillow Nagaina, the female cobra from Rikki Tiki Tavi, because her long supple noodle shape is reminiscent of a snake and I’ve always liked the name.

In a desperate search for comfort born of the seasonal shift induced fibro flare up of the past two weeks I purchased the Milliard U Shaped Total Body Support Pillow to see if maybe some excessive pillow support could put an end to weeks of sleepless tossing and turning and waking with completely stiff neck and shoulders.

It did. I love her. I wanted to live in a world that consists of only shredded memory foam noodles.

My smallest dog became immediately obsessed with her as well and has claimed her “left” leg as her own, curling up on it and against whatever supporting body part of mine she needs at the time to stay on said cozy surface.

I’m happy to say actual sleep was accomplished last night and now, I’m off to try and get some more.

Oh yes, I am also turning many of these posts into podcasts, a link to which is available in the side column. Feel free to visit if you would like to be lulled into … something… by the dulcet tones of my voice.

Stay safe.

Dr. Fallible…

you listened to me
and when my body’s tale changed
you tried something new

saying they were just
words put on symptoms for the
insurance company

and not the be all
end all final sentence of
my one existence.

you treated my whole
not just the sum of my parts
saying it’s an art

not only a science.
when we fail to find a fix
we should always ask

are we looking right
where we should be or do we
need to start anew?

I’ve never met a
single other doctor quite
as lovely as you.

— mmorehead 03-04-21