Happy

It’s so good just to be here with my daughter.

Hello dear reader.

I’m laying down for a little rest, trying hard to keep the headaches under control. So far, so good. It’s definitely there, but they’re staying manageable.

Anyway, I thought I’d take this opportunity to sort of check in and update you on my visit.

Yesterday we didn’t do much, sat around the house, but I enjoyed every minute of it. It’s so good just to be here with my daughter. The best thing has been seeing how happy she is. She and her husband are doing great. They recently moved into a new house which she loves (with good reason, this place is gorgeous). She’s been working as a teacher at a daycare/school for a little over a year now. It’s the perfect job for her. She loves it and is extremely good at it. Tomorrow she’s bringing me to the school to meet her kids (she took the day off) and I can’t wait. I’ve heard so many stories about these kids I feel like I already know them.

Originally, I was going to leave for home Tuesday morning. That’s changed. Her kids are doing a “program” Tuesday evening. They’ve been practicing their songs and dances. So I’m going to stay another day so I can go to that. It’ll work out well because she and her husband will be at work during the day, so I can spend it resting. Then I’ll get back on the road Wednesday morning.

I have to brag about my husband a little bit. When I talked to him about extending my stay here he wasn’t just okay with it, he was happy for me that I would get to go see the program. He told me that I should soak up every opportunity to enjoy myself. I’m truly a fortunate woman to have such a caring and understanding man.

Until next time…

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After the party

Nobody likes them, but everyone has them. The important part is what to do after the pity-party.

Hello dear reader,

So yesterday I threw a pity-party. I didn’t plan it very well. There were no cutsie little sandwiches or fruity punch. Hell, I didn’t even dust! It doesn’t happen often, but when it’s one thing after another after another after – you get the idea – the explosion becomes inevitable. Nobody likes them, but everyone has them. The important part is what to do after the pity-party.

Is everything all better now? Not even close! Everything that hurt yesterday, still hurts today and I could add to the list.

But today I’m being compassionate and understanding. I think people are compassionate for the most part. They’re pretty understanding too. But boy are we hard on ourselves! If anyone else talked to me the way that I talk to me, I’d probably slap them. But not only do I listen to it, I start to believe it.

I said this blog was going to be about finding ways to have a life with chronic pain and illness. Personally, I think that needs to start by treating ourselves with compassion and love. I’m still in bed today, don’t have a lot of choice in that. But I’m not beating myself up about it. I’m not letting that ugliness that lives somewhere deep inside me (Am I the only one who has that?) tell me that I’m lazy or useless. I do have a choice in that.

I’d love to hear your thoughts about this. We can all learn from each other.

Until next time…