There is something quite nice about writing late at night when the house is quiet. There is such a temptation to write until dawn.
But while the family would understand my crazy desire, it is probably not prudent to risk altering my sleep schedule.
Since I have reached the halfway mark and am at a good transition point, I will be prudent and go to bed.
Oh, but how I miss the days when a few hours sleep would offset an all-nighter at the computer.
A new year and four new classes on military and diplomatic history. As a new way to ensure mobility rather than atrophy due to the endless hours at the computer, my kids and I plop down in front of the TV and watch history documentaries and lectures. So how you might ask does that help avoid the atrophy? Well by spinning yarn of course!
Last semester I survived four classes but my spinning suffered. This semester I intend to find a better balance. So far it is working quite well, but the challenge will come as the four term papers come due.
I am currently spinning singles for my daughter to use in weaving projects.
The compassionate being desires to assist, to ease another’s burden. While a compassionate nature may be natural for many, the compassionate course of action can still seem fraught with uncertainty.
Observation of another’s behavior or need is not enough. The compassionate being must look beyond the symptoms and try to discern the cause of the symptoms. Only when the cause is understood can one truly act in a manner that is both compassionate and helpful.
An example I like to share deals with fibromyalgia. Years ago after an auto accident derailed me from my regular exercise routine, I was determined to get back on track, but unfortunately every time I tried to return to a routine which included exercise I would get sick. All of my symptoms indicated I had the stomach flu. I was nauseated, had chills, and ached all over. Compounding these symptoms was the feeling that I had over-done my efforts, often due to muscle soreness similar to overuse. For nearly ten years I struggled with these symptoms. Diagnosis was a tremendous relief and required a big change. I had to rethink much of what I knew about pain. With fibromyalgia one must move through the pain, taking time off as with exercise injury pain was not the solution. The very treatment I was implementing before diagnosis was, in reality, making my situation worse.
Many of the symptoms we see exhibited by other struggling or suffering through life can be easily observed but also be easily misdiagnosed. If we truly wish to compassionately help others, we must take the time to understand rather than simply observe. Without the investment of time, we may, in our compassionate desire to help, actually hinder the person we wish to help. “It is the thought that counts,” may be true with holiday gift giving, but it is not necessarily true when we try to show compassion. Well-meaning comments, suggestions, and acts can truly make a struggle worse.
When compassion surfaces, take the time to listen and learn; ask in what way you can act. If time is a commodity of which you have little, consider charitable contributions to organizations dedicated to serving people in need. It is better than well-meaning acts of compassion which are misplaced because of misdiagnosis. The last thing you would wish to do in your effort to show compassion is to cause harm because you are interpreting the symptoms incorrectly. When the desire to show your compassion is strong but your time is limited, help those who are dedicated to helping. While nothing can replace the investment in friendship and time, economic contribution is certainly better than shuffling compassion aside.
Cats may not make the pain go away, but their demands for attention will take your mind off of your pain for brief little while thus making you feel slightly better.
It makes sense to feel crappy when the storm rolls in, but when the sun returns you should not feel worse!
Possibly the worst thing about illness (besides the illness itself) is that while you lie in bed you feel as if you can take on the world. Then you stand up and reality sets in reminding you that you feel crappy. To add insult to injury, that is usually when your kids begin laughing at your patheticness and tell you to go back to bed.
It was bound to happen. A spring and summer of taking back my life through many small steps and a few big ones was bound to bring on a full blown fibromyalgia attack. College reunions, exercise programs, teenagers planning for college, a husband’s ever present military commitment, and of course registering for my first Master’s Degree courses, it’s a lot for three months. Oh yeah, and I found a new dentist after a couple really bad dental experiences (big stress). So, I was not surprised when the pain began taking over every evening around 6pm. Fortunately most evenings were spent laughing through The Big Bang Theory marathons. While laughing didn’t ease the pain, only distracted me, it did relax me enough so I was able to sleep well each night.
Each morning I woke up and continued with my exercise program, making slow progress, but progress none-the-less. Then the fatigue arrived, coupled with a persistent low-grade migraine. Multiple naps became my daily salvation and keep me on track. I was still able to function, just had to pare back some of my daily expectations. No problem, I was doing well at managing my condition by making small adjustments each day rather than throwing in the towel.
The stress of dental work should never be underestimated, especially if one has had a terrible dental experience in the past, let alone two such experiences. So as Monday afternoon approached, and my low-grade migraine threatened to escalate, I finally broke down and took one of my last resort pain pills; a preemptive strike, but a wise one. My new dentist is an angel! Between her compassionate nature and the pain pill, my migraine behaved, even while my fatigue escalated. That evening, despite my best efforts, the queasiness arrived in full force.
I was glad I had exercised Monday morning; it afforded me a rest day Tuesday. The queasiness persisted, so I rested and prayed for a better Wednesday. Sometimes you have to facilitate the answers to your own prayers, today was that kind of day.
Fibromyalgia when at its worst (for me at least), mimics flu like symptoms: fever-like aches, chills, upset stomach, and oddly a desire to eat constantly only to then feel more ill afterward. These symptoms were the bane of my existence for nearly a decade before I finally understood them. They represent my wall, the great obstacle standing between me and my goals. Today I hit that wall, and then I climbed over it.
When common sense said, “Sleep until the queasiness wears off,” I laced on my shoes instead. It wasn’t a long walk by most people’s standards, just a mile. A mile in the wind, a mile with a sick stomach, a mile with a prickling forehead, but a mile representing my success, my desire to overcome.
Guess what? It worked. I feel no worse for wear, but slightly better. Plus I know there is always this afternoon for a nap. In the past couple of years I have learned light exercise reduces the pain associated with fibromyalgia, now I understand that unlike with a real flu, light exercise won’t make me feel worse, but will make the day feel more accomplished.
I am now in uncharted territory, with one wall crossed. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, maybe new walls, but I can feel my confidence returning. I feel as if my days of sitting at the base of a tall wall, tears of frustration running down my cheeks, are behind me. If need be I will cry as I climb over, but climb I will.
It is official – on Aug 6, after 20 yrs of waiting, I will begin my Master’s Degree! While so much has changed since my graduation and with life throwing some wicked curve balls my way, I am still on the timetable I set all those years ago. I put the idea of family before self and I am being abundantly blessed for my decision.
Pithy Ponderings 