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This morning… bright, sunny, and cold… I saw a white Winter rabbit.  I’ve never seen her before.  Usually I see brown or grey rabbits in my yard, as my yard tends to enjoy heavy rabbit traffic.  We even have a rabbit hole or two.

This rabbit was special.  She was so white she almost glowed against the drab dying grass as we near Winter on the calendar.  She was round, pure white, full grown, nibbling at something, and although there’s plenty of noise on my street due to construction workers and equipment replacing a water main she seemed happy and calm.  She wasn’t skittish even though I’m certain she was aware of her surroundings.

Seeing The White Rabbit felt like everything stopped for a moment.  The background noise of the construction seemed to muffle.  I felt more aware of the sun’s insistence on continuing to rise higher in the morning sky.  My breath caught in my throat and my heart started to beat faster.  I remembered a prayer I made, asking God to help alleviate my pain, help me control my anxiety and the creeping White Tiger of depression.  I remembered asking God to help ease some of the fears and lift the heaviness of burdens… not to remove those burdens but simply to help me carry them without the oppressing weight and near-suffocation.  I asked for him to send me a sign that he heard me.

I just know that The White Rabbit is God touching my morning.   Maybe she could chase away the White Tiger.

You can skip this paragraph if you like because I’m about to take the long way ’round.  Now, I’m really not superstitious.  I believe in God, I believe in Jesus and the Holy Spirit.  I’ve blogged through my spiritual journey and occasionally share my thoughts.   I believe that the core faith is my path, politics be damned, and that it’s the best path, and yes the correct path or I wouldn’t have chosen it.  As a default in being a more, mmm, progressive Catholic I tend to lean away from believing in things like totems, animism, polytheism, and the like.  I don’t judge anyone who does believe those things; they’re just not my thing.

My point, after the long way ’round, is that I don’t believe this was a totem or spirit animal even with Native American and First Nation (indigenous/native Canadians) in my family tree.  I suppose it’s possible, but not likely in my mind.

This is why my White Rabbit feels like God sent her to touch my morning as a sign that he heard my prayer. It felt ethereal, and very similar to past events in my life that felt as my own personal proof of God in my life.  I can’t explain it if you haven’t experienced it although maybe in a future post I might.  I have a few stories you might enjoy.

So I did some research online.  I thought it might be fun just to see what white rabbits mean as signs in my Native heritage and in other cultures.  I found something unexpected, but it feels like reinforcement that The White Rabbit, MY White Rabbit was meant specifically for me.

“If Rabbit has hopped into your life:

Reminds us to examine and utilize the tools we have within ourselves. Although our instincts are innate, they also need nurturing and development. Rabbit meanings deal primarily with abundance, comfort, and vulnerability. Traditionally, rabbits are associated with fertility, sentiment, desire, and procreation.

It may also indicate a need for more planning or to check those plans already set in motion. Do not box yourself in a corner. Be aware that you may also need to examine the kinds of foods you eat. Perhaps a vegetarian diet, if only for a short time, can help you strengthen and heal.”

via Rabbit – A Message from one of our Spirit Animals.


I connected with The White Rabbit for a reason.

I realize this sounds somewhat, mmm, fantastical and probably delusional and even superstitious.  That’s ok.  However this happened, even if it’s pure chance, it felt important and needed.  That feeling, and the emotions associated during the brief encounter were validated for me.  My prayer was validated.  And I can’t imagine anything more important right now.

God is love.



P.S. This was my prayer:


Dear God,

I’m having a bit of a hard time lately.  I need your help.  My physical pain is higher than usual, and I think it’s my new normal.  It’s increasing my anxiety and ability to cope with everyday tasks and burdens.  Please send your Holy Spirit to ease the pain, and ease the burdens so that I might continue to carry them and follow through with tasks and participating in life events.  Please help me so that I don’t let my loved ones down.  If you read my blog, God, you know about my White Tiger.  Please keep her at bay.  She’s getting too close to me.  Please, please let me know you’ve heard me.  I don’t usually ask for a sign, You know that, but this time you also know that this control freak needs to know that she’ll get through it all.

Thank you.  You’re awesome and I love you.



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Today I am very grateful for:


  1. My daughters
  2. My husband
  3. My mom.  Totally my mom.
  4. My three dearest and best lifelong friends, who no matter how long it is in between talks or visits, it’s as if it was just a weekend ago; they’re the most forgiving, loving, generous people I’ve ever met
  5. The best office mate ever, who has become another one of my very best friends… and as important to me as my left leg :)
  6. My boss, who I also count as a dear friend and is one of the most inspiring and understanding people I’ve ever met, and I consider my life better for knowing her
  7. My sweet cats, who always know when I need a purry snuggle
  8. Great neighbors
  9. Box fans
  10. My daughters would want me to say “air conditioners” so: “Air Conditioners”
  11. Fresh mozzarella
  12. Avocados
  13. Iced coffee
  14. Iced tea (yes, they each have their own wonderful, separate, delicious qualities so they each deserve their own entry)
  15. Daily pain management
  16. Being able to order pretty, stylish plus sized tops and dresses on Amazon
  17. My Kindle… seriously, so many benefits I can’t even count
  18. Having a working car
  19. Having a cell phone
  20. Paper towels
  21. A working shower
  22. A working washer and dryer, especially since right now our dishwasher is dead, dead, dead
  23. A day off with my youngest girl even though I really, really need to be at work
  24. The fact that it’s beautiful and sunny today after the days of rain and terrible barometric pressure
  25. Did I say my Kindle?
  26. Common sense
  27. Kitty nail clippers
  28. Blue kitty kibble, especially since it’s helping Luna get healthier and healthier skin on her paws every day
  29. Having a good job
  30. Doctors that care about my health
  32. Volume control, especially the mute button, for the TV
  33. Chocolate
  34. Salted caramel, especially the salted caramel core from Ben & Jerry’s
  35. The camera in my phone and upload-ability to FB and when I remember, Instagram

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Fibromyalgia Awareness: Pain Flare Up

I’ve been working my way through what feels like an endless flare and as each day goes by, it seems harder and harder to get through.  Of course I still get up each day and as each individual day goes by, the day is harder to get through.  It’s par for the course, really, but this has been a really long flare that’s been going on for well over a month.  I’ve had mini-flares within the flare.  Weekends let me know just how badly I’m really taking care of myself during the week by slamming me with the CFS.  I wish I could give in to it, but 3/4 of the time I really can’t.  When I do, it’s sweet heaven and drifting into sleep, pained as it is, gives me the only relief I can get sometimes.  I’m still on a half dose of my Fibro med and have about seven days left on it before I can titrate up.

But now? During this past week specifically? The CFS is starting to kick in during the week.  I’m having worse trouble in the mornings not just getting up out of bed (that’s always a given) but waking and shaking off the grogginess.  I’m afraid it won’t be long before I can’t hear the blaring alarm that’s next to my head nor feel the vibrating phone alarm under my pillow.  I’m feeling the CFS at work now.  I’ve been successful in shaking it off at work, but I’m worrying about reaching a point where I can’t shake it off so that I might not be able to drive home. I already keep my cane close by and use it frequently.  During my flares I use it nearly constantly.  My balance is much worse; I can fall over out of nowhere for no reason; my sciatica gives me bursts of searing pain and completely goes out on me; I get other back pain and myofascial pain and other random pain that requires the support of the cane so that it helps ease things.

I was out at the store a week or so ago to run an errand and a lady came up to me to tell me that she used to use the same cane.  It’s purple with colorful flowers all over it.  I thought she was coming over to be nice.  Then she said,

“I was at a therapy session one day and my physical therapist saw my cane and asked me why I used it.  I told him why and his response to me was to throw it away and just stop using it.  And do you know he was right? It was the best thing I ever did.  You should do the same thing! It will be the best thing you ever do! You’re too young to use a cane!”

The smile that I’d had on my face must have faded instantly and I must have had daggers suddenly shooting out of my eyes, because the smile she had been showering me with faltered.

“That’s so nice for you.  I don’t suppose you have Fibromyalgia like I do.  I wish I could just throw away my cane.  I’ve done physical therapy but it not only didn’t work, it made my chronic pain disorder worse.  The cane helps me relieve some of the pain, but without the cane I wouldn’t be able to rely on my balance and I would fall more often.” 

Then I saw a light bulb.  I had been afraid I would see a slack jaw.

“Ah, I have a friend that has Fibromyalgia.  My mom, God bless her, had it too.  I understand.  Bless you.”

Then her smile returned and I felt at ease again enough to return her smile.  As I continued shopping I started to feel a different kind of unease and my frustration returned because I kept turning that incident over and over in my mind.  As I’ve gone over the past week (or more) I’ve continued to think about it.  I’ve been trying to figure out why it continues to nag at me.  It’s more than the immediately apparent unsolicited advice.  It’s more than the rampant incorrect assumptions being dumped all over me in that exchange that lasted all of 3-5 minutes.  It’s more than how quickly a seemingly positive random interaction soured.

Then throughout the past week or so, I found that I was paying more attention to how people respond when they realize I’m using a cane or I’m in visible pain.  When they can “see” my invisible disability by proof of the cane they’re very polite and smile and will give way.  People sometimes will offer to give me their place in line if they see I have fewer items in my cart/basket.  People are even more compassionate if I have my girls with me and they’re on their best behavior with me.  If I’m feeling tired and I’m sure it’s on my face, again, people are even more compassionate.  If I’m moving slowly, carefully, and purposefully, people are kinder and gentle.

But only if I’m smiling.  Only if I don’t let the pain visibly show too much in my face and posture.  Only if I can manage to control vocalizing unexpected bursts of severe pain that take my breath away.  Because if I’m not smiling… if I look like I’m ready to cry… if people can see just how much pain I’m in and maybe even hear it then the discomfort is palpable.

As it turns out, my pain and discomfort and feelings of sickness due to the pain aren’t really about me.  Of course not, why would my disability be about me? The things I go through are about everyone else.  I’ve always known this on some level, but I didn’t realize until recently just how much.

I can’t just deal with my pain and try to get through it.  I have to help others through my pain as I’m trying to cope with it myself.  I have to reassure them and explain it to them.  Until I thought about it, and thought about specific recent incidents in a new way, I didn’t realize just how much effort it takes to put up the appearance that my pain isn’t nearly as bad as it is even when it’s so bad that I can’t hide it and it breaks through and takes my breath away and I shriek.   I realized that I could not only see the discomfort others feel over my pain but that I was actively pushing against it trying to care-take others’ feelings and worries about my obvious pain… even strangers.

I reassure people that I am, in fact, all right (fine, even) and “this is normal for me.”  Because somehow, if “it’s normal for me” then I must be used to it and I must have a high pain tolerance.  I do have a high pain tolerance, but come on.  Pain is pain.  Severe pain is severe pain.

People will ask with fear, “Are you all right?” and I can tell that they’re hoping I’m going to minimize the situation, brush it off for them.  It’s rare that I tell the truth about how bad it is.  It’s par for the course.  It’s my normal, yes, and I have to get used it.  I have to endure it. Even when my baseline pain increases, I just have to get used to it.

I have to say I’m fine because it’s expected.  No one wants to hear the details of pain or what Fibromyalgia is like or what it means for my life and my family.  No one wants to know what struggle it is for you to even be standing up right in that moment.  You suddenly feel like you’re that elderly relative that’s asked how they’re doing and they give you the laundry list of every single ache, pain, illness, bowel movement, skin tag removal, kidney stone, colonoscopy, and family gossip because you see That Look come over the other person that lets you know they just don’t want to hear it.

Except I’m not really all right. I just can’t let anyone know how “not all right” I am because pain like this? Nonstop, constant, chronic pain that has severe flare ups? It’s taboo.  I’m not really supposed to say, “No, I’m not all right.”  If I say that then that implies, apparently, that I have expectations of other people to actually physically or verbally or emotionally help me and I shouldn’t impose that on people when it’s not their business and they don’t know what to do.

Maybe that’s what’s most uncomfortable for other people.  It’s uncomfortable because they don’t know how to make it better (they don’t have to make it better), they don’t know what to say or do, they don’t know what’s appropriate because there’s no rule book.  If someone else’s pain can’t be easily soothed because it’s more than surface pain (or what I call Less-Than-Labor-Pain Pain or for men to relate, Less-Than-Kidney-Stones-Stuck-In-Your-Urethra-Pain Pain that never, ever stops) this “look” comes over someone’s face.  This look that says my pain is not only uncomfortable emotionally for them but it’s an inconvenience.  I’ve put them into a position where they have no choice but to think about and deal with something that they haven’t ever had to think about before.  I’ve put them into a position where they can’t actually help.  I’ve put them into a position where they have to witness someone else’s pain and discomfort and yes, agony, and they don’t know the right thing to do.


What’s right is:

  • Please, try not to make someone else’s disability be about you
  • Please remember that those of us who have chronic pain are not lazy or making it up
  • Please don’t judge us as drug seekers… we are trying to relieve pain that causes many people to commit suicide; and if we are on pain relieving medications, don’t assume that we’re addicts.  If the medications work in some manner then they’re doing their job
  • Please remember that we are not intentionally inconveniencing you no matter how frustrated and annoyed you may feel over our pain
  • Please understand that we are not choosing this and if we had the choice we would make it stop forever and ever, Amen
  • Please know that without a doubt, we have tried every natural non-narcotic remedy that we can think of because we are desperately afraid of the mere whiff of appearing to be a drug seeking narcotics addict even if the pain relief medication/s we take are not narcotics nor addictive
  • Please remember that as uncomfortable as you are about someone else’s chronic severe pain, that other person is far more uncomfortable than you are 24/7
  • Please treat people with respect… not just people that have disabilities, but all people and that way when you see someone that has a disability you don’t have to wonder how you’re supposed to treat them
  • Please don’t apologize
  • Please don’t assume that you’re required to help unless we ask you, but we always appreciate heartfelt offers of help
  • Please be compassionate


Do I sound bitter? My apologies.  This flare up over the past nearly-two full months is having an effect on me that’s not pretty.  I’ve had ever-increasingly worse CFS due to the pain.  I think I said that already.  Fibro Fog is sort of chucking me on the chin here.  It’s easy to tire because the pain comes on so badly that all my body wants to do is attempt to sleep in order to escape.  Soon I’ll be allowed to titrate up from the lowest dose of the medication I’m on, which should help, so I pray that my insurance won’t take the stance that I’m a drug-seeking addict even though my prescription isn’t for a narcotic.  You know, because they’re idiots.

After all, I have laundry to do.

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3rd quarter of 16th century

3rd quarter of 16th century (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Jesus was a really nice guy who gave us lots of inspirational things to do to improve our relationship with God.  That’s the really short story about Jesus.  The longer story is that he was also sort of a political anarchist, socialist, Rabbi, religious-questioning, upheaval causing, strong willed, strong tempered, advocating, free-health-care giving, free-food-giving, carpenter from a quiet family of carpenters and Rabbis whose mom had to marry a cousin from the other side of the family so she wouldn’t be stoned to death for carrying the Son of God.


Being the kind of guy Jesus was, I think that even though he “handed the keys” over to St. Peter I often wonder if he has questioned that decision every day since.

Oh don’t worry, people, I’m still a devout Catholic.  But I tow the more tolerant Catholic line.  I believe in what feels more Catholic than what the common traditional misinterpretations of the Bible tout.  I love gays and lesbians.  I’m a registered Democrat.  I’m liberal with some conservative leanings.   I think the current Republican ideology is repugnant and morally corrupt.

Due to some issues that have cropped up in the past few years, this is an issue I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and research on.  I don’t have all of my sources handy but most of them overlap.  I’m borrowing a lot of phrases from a lot of different sources because I just don’t have the links any longer.  Spiritual abuse.  Abuse by church leaders and other people of faith.  It’s actually a huge issue.  It’s a painful issue.  It’s damaging to one’s soul, heart, and relationships.  Unfortunately, most people that engage in the abusing don’t even realize that they’re being abusive.   Often times they’re even abusing themselves.  The saddest part is that it’s often inflicted on children and other family members.  Therefore, the abuse is overlooked or downplayed or simply  not recognized because hey, they’re behaving the way they are out of love, right? And besides that, when claiming that what they’re doing is for God that justifies a whole lot of sins.

Spiritual abuse isn’t usually intended to hurt other people.  Many people do it and, as mentioned, they don’t even realize what they’re doing as being harmful.  After all how can one claim an expression of a relationship with God to be wrong? How can one claim that a system set up to help people spiritually might be harmful?

Do you know how to tell when someone is spiritually abusing someone else? These are some signs as agreed upon in the Catholic Church and across Christian denominations.  There are certain people who need to pay attention to this and check their own attitudes and behaviors to figure out if they’re perpetuating spiritual abuse.  Unfortunately, those who need to see this and see themselves in this post the most won’t.

  • When you believe that a church leader’s words have such great weight that you make yourself vulnerable to them and believe that the leader is more knowledgeable in the faith than you are then you might also believe that the church leader is more important and their words carry more weight, their opinions carry more weight, and therefore what they say is taken as gospel (so to speak).  A loss of your own willingness and ability to think for yourself and utter submissiveness to a church leader rather than to the true gospel, rather than to God, is a sign of being spiritually abused. Willingly giving in and giving yourself up to this knowingly… is willful ignorance.  It goes against Jesus’ direct teachings.
  • When the focus gets subtly changed from being about someone’s emotions to being about the person or their state of being it’s abusive. When the “point” is about having to live up to some standard or else be labeled negatively and even being told that their spiritual relationship with God is being questioned, that’s spiritual abuse.  For instance, to tell someone that they’re “not Catholic enough” or “a cafeteria Catholic” is spiritual abuse because you’re telling that person that they’re not living up to some standard set of beliefs and behaviors established by other humans rather than focusing on their feelings about God and their relationship with God.  So if you hear someone say, “If you don’t attend church every single week and attend Reconciliation every month, then you’re not a true Catholic” that’s spiritual abuse.  If you someone tells you, “If you don’t believe that gay marriage is wrong then you’re going against God” then that’s spiritual abuse.
  • When one is told that it’s unacceptable to question an “authority” (either a church leader or someone who considers themselves educated in the church or a theologian) because somehow, that person is above questioning.  People or that person being held in high esteem may even be believed to be “above error.”  Questioning church authorities labels you as wrong and rebellious and sinful.  This goes against Jesus’ very own teachings directly from the Bible.  He taught us to question EVERYTHING including and especially so-called church authorities.  Questioning church leaders and supposed authorities and supposed educated religious people of faith should not and does not make you wrong.  A leader’s position does not make their opinions on spirituality superior.  People are not to ever neglect their own needs in favor of what the supposed authority states is more important.  To inform others otherwise and insist upon it is spiritual abuse.  Church leaders ARE FALLIBLE.
  • If a spiritual leader tells you to treat what he has said “as if Christ himself said it” then it’s spiritual abuse.  NO MAN ON EARTH ought to be treated as if he were Jesus Christ speaking.  So the Pope is supposed to be infallible when he’s on the chair as the Holy See.  That’s not very often when he’s on that special chair, by the way.  When you’re Catholic, that’s the one exception.  When he’s not on that throne thing? The Pope is fallible, every word.  He is not Jesus nor is he God incarnate.  He’s a religious leader and a pretty darned important one.  He’s the head Bishop.  But even a good pope, one who is not corrupt, will never say to treat his words as if Christ himself said it.  A good pope is humble.
  • When someone is being told by church leaders and others in their own faith that they MUST live a specific way under a specific set of rules that include affiliating with a specific political party, voting a specific way on certain issues, voting for particular candidates and threatening that there will be “spiritual consequences” if they don’t do as they’re told… that’s spiritual abuse.  There are in fact a set of rules to live by in Christianity.  They’re called the Ten Commandments.  Jesus himself supplemented the Ten Commandments.  We call Jesus’ own commandments The Golden Rule.
  • Being encouraged to engage in compliant self seeking (which focuses on seemingly obedient actions) rather than on the actual relationship with God and true obedience is spiritual abuse.  In other words, keeping a score card detracts from the relationship with God.  True humility and true giving does not keep track.  Someone who gives of the heart never remembers… someone who receives never forgets.
  • When a church you attend has “unspoken rules” that you dare not break or you risk being shunned, that’s spiritual abuse.   Especially when it means that your loyalty and faith will be called into question.
  • When the wants of the church leader and even the church are put above the needs of the faithful, that’s spiritual abuse.  Just think about various denominations where illegal actions of priests are not reported to police so that they can be “handled from within.”  The needs of the victims are ignored and made insignificant.  The supposed doctrine is even put above victims’ needs at times.  That’s also spiritual abuse.
  • When there is a lack of balance in daily life and lack of balance in the approach to living, and that imbalance is encouraged and enforced, that is spiritual abuse.  When it’s self-encouraged, that’s another problem.   When literally every single aspect of life is about religion, God, and living and breathing religion without any sort of balance…. even the Church recognizes that that’s not healthy.  A good pastor will advise his flock to live a balanced life that includes God, but not one where there is exclusion of normal, healthy activities and interactions.  For example, a priest that tells his flock to avoid all medical intervention, even those that could be life saving, and to instead devote all time to prayer is spiritually abusive AND giving bad advice.  A priest that tells his flock that even recreational sex between married spouses is wrong unless the entire purpose is to procreate is being spiritually abusive and setting that marriage up for failure.  A priest that tells his flock that the only healthy and acceptable social activities are church based or church approved is being spiritually abusive.  A priest telling a married couple that going on birth control is wrong even if getting pregnant could kill her and she wouldn’t survive a pregnancy and/or a resulting baby wouldn’t make it to term without severe deformities and premature birth and being incompatible with life … that’s spiritually abusive.  And anyone that would encourage and spread these ideas is being spiritually abusive.
  • It’s a stereotype to believe that Christians believe they’ll be persecuted for their beliefs, but there’s a basis in that stereotype.  When this particular paranoia does exist, the paranoia that the faithful of the Christian faith are more enlightened but hated for it and everyone else will therefore try and persecute and destroy the faithful… it’s harmful and abusive.  It’s abusive to those who are not Christian but it’s also harmful to those who ARE Christian.  It creates an Us Versus Them mentality that’s pervasive and unjustified and automatically creates Insiders and Outsiders.  It pushes people away from the faith who might otherwise have given it a chance.  It creates a self-fulfilling prophecy.
  • Creating human agendas that are not Christ-like, but selfish agendas that go against what Christ taught, are spiritually abusive.  Believing and encouraging others to believe that one and only one faith/denomination/system/ideology/idea is right and threatening that believing otherwise is going to have a spiritual consequence is abusive.  Jesus never once said, “If you don’t believe in me or God you will go to hell.”  What he said was he would show us the path to God and all we had to do was choose to follow him.
  • Using scare tactics and the threat of humiliation are spiritually abusive.  Period. Full stop.
  • True faith is not secretive.  You should not ever have to hide your faith no matter what it is.  If you are Christian, Muslim, Atheist, Agnostic, Hindi, Buddhist, Taoist, Wicca, Animist, Spiritualist, Pagan, Humanist, Secularist, etc.  If you have to hide your feelings and your faith or feel that you risk punishment from someone else, that’s spiritual abuse.
  • Abusive thought patterns: black/white, this/that, either/or, us/them, good/bad.  This is call Dichotomous thinking patterns.  People who believe this way believe that their interpretations are the only right way and all others are wrong and there’s no room for error.  Anyone who disagrees is wrong.  If you disagree with them, you’re not “enough.”  Again… abusive.
  • Evangelistic zealotry that is myopic.


So what do you do about this? How do you deal with it? Recognizing the signs are the first step.  I’m sure I’m missing many signs but these are the ones that have stuck out the most and the ones that seem to be the most agreed upon that occur not just among some religious leaders but in families and with individuals.   They were the ones I was also able to recall most easily.

I’ll spare you as to why I was inspired to post this now, tonight.

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Today, I’m truly grateful for…

  1. My daughters.
  2. My husband.
  3. My friends, even when it’s been a while since speaking.
  4. My family, including my in-laws.
  5. My lovely goddaughter.
  6. A roof over my head.
  7. Warm blankets.
  8. Heat in my home.
  9. Hot coffee.
  10. Cats to snuggle with.
  11. Antibiotics.
  12. Coworkers that I enjoy and respect.
  13. A job that I enjoy.
  14. Ricola.
  15. Whoever thought of body brushing.
  16. Whatever the “Plus” is in Puff’s Plus
  17. My husband having hooked up the water to the filter thingie in the refrigerator and we get cold water from the fridge by pushing a button.  Who knew a simple pleasure could make so much of a difference?
  18. The girls still enjoying their Christmas gifts and old toys alike.
  19. Being a grown-up and getting to decide what will worry me and what won’t.
  20. My android phone. How did I manage for so long without one?
  21. Icy melt.
  22. Delicious vegetarian recipes.
  23. How much better I’ve felt since eating vegetarian.
  24. My daughters’ teachers.
  25. Being able to kiss and hug my daughters every morning when they wake and every night when they go to bed.
  26. Watching my daughters play together on a snowy day.
  27. Fuzzy slippers.
  28. Door to door delivery service from the internet.
  29. Pretty nail polish.


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English: Common signs and symptoms of fibromya...

English: Common signs and symptoms of fibromyalgia. (See Wikipedia:Fibromyalgia#Signs and symptoms). Model: Mikael Häggström. To discuss image, please see Template talk:Human body diagrams References Retrieved on April 19, 2009 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And so the stress of holiday shopping begins, and I haven’t even started yet.  Hell, I haven’t even bought a birthday present for the kiddo whose birthday is coming up yet.  I seriously can’t wait for our finances to feel stable again.  I can’t wait for the time when we don’t have to watch and pinch every penny.  Or when a small splurge doesn’t make me feel guilty and terrible.

I know that I have a lot to be grateful for.  I really do.  I mean hey… I have a job that can pay bills now.  I even paid bills with it already.

The pain I’ve been in for the last few days is really catching up with me.  The lack of sleep from the past few nights is also catching up with me.  It’s making me grumpy and feeling off of my game.  I can also feel my anxiety increasing with hyper-sensitivity in my skin, and a touch of depression is starting to kick in.  I’m really just now recognizing the likelihood of a bout of the blues.  What I wish I could tell my shrink and have her agree with me on is that the pain isn’t brought on by the depression, but that it’s the other way around.  She should try living with chronic pain every day of her life in one form or another and see how cheerful she can be every single day.

Oops, that sounded almost bitter.

But seriously… when you can’t sleep because your shoulder and hips and back feel like they’re on fire daily and then for a few days in a row (or more) the pain flares up, try not feeling depressed or anxious.

When you reach the point in the day when you have to get your children off the bus and picked up from school, but you made the mistake of sitting down for too long and you’re not sure you can get up because of the fatigue in your eyes, the pain in your shoulder blades, the ache in your back and wrists… and the sharp feeling in your ankles as if you just sprained them… because you’re in the midst of a flare up, try not to feel depressed about it.  Keep on smiling.

When you’ve had a chance to wind down for the day, and you STILL feel exhausted as if you just ran a ten mile marathon with the aching muscles and nerves and heaviness, and even cramping in your side with a sharpness that makes you gasp… don’t snap at people.

When you can’t remember anything short term and can’t do simple math without concentrating or you forget details or you have to read the same paragraph in the book you’re reading seven times to understand it… and you stutter and are grateful for the written word because it means you can take time to respond instead of having to speak immediately because of the fibro fog, no matter how much vegetable protein you managed to scarf down that day even though your appetite was poor… don’t let on to anyone.

When it hurts to hug, and you just feel like crying and hiding in bed, don’t burden anyone.  They can’t do anything about it anyway.

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Cosmetics (Photo credit: My Sight, as You See.)

I’m a working mom.

Go ahead.  Process that.  Read it again.  Roll it around in your brain for a moment.  Feel it on your tongue and say it out loud.

“Jessica is a working mom.”

On Tuesday, I started working.  After almost ten years out of the public work force, I’m getting up in the morning to shower for a job, getting in my car to travel to a job, walking into an office to a job, and sitting down at a computer to do actual work next to a phone for which I’ll actually get paid.  The best part? I get mom hours.  They’re part time which is perfect, so I work only when the girls are in school and I’m home when they’re home.  For all they know I’m home all day eating bon bons and watching soap operas and buying useless shit off of the internet.  It’s perfect for the girls and it’s perfect for my chronic pain and other concerns associated with my Fibromyalgia.  The job is being assessed right now, which will lead to a future permanent job when the assessment is done.

It’s working out so well so far.  They’re already impressed with my computer skills, writing skills, documentation skills, and phone skills.  They’re impressed that I haven’t lied on my resume.  That made me laugh when my job coach told me that.  I guess I didn’t think people really lie in real life on their resumes and that it was just a silly plot line on sitcoms.

It feels good to be back.  I was really nervous, and I still am… it’s all of the unknowns that make me nervous.  When I was working before there were never really any unknowns because I didn’t have children at the time and I’d been through it all.  I had every scenario covered and could anticipate pretty much anything.  Then I had almost two years where my wonderful mother-in-law watched my first daughter so I could work part time before my second daughter was born, and I’ve been home since then.  Now I have my three girls, and while I can go with the flow as a stay-at-home mom in spite of the ever-changing chaos, I’m nervous about how that will translate with me working.

As long as it involves coffee I think I’ll be good.  I haven’t had to show my morning face to too many people, so I have to work on my Chipper Morning Mood a little.  I also need to become more practiced with make-up again.  With the exception of special occasions and Girls’ Nights Out, I didn’t really whip out the make-up too often.

OH MY GOSH and that reminds me that the girls? Yeah, they’re in so much trouble.  You know how you build up your perfect make-up case of shadows and blushes and powders and liners over the years? You only replace what you need to replace on occasion so that you only have to spend a few dollars here and there and it’s not noticeable.  Over the summer the girls gave each other secret make-overs.  But not just that… they destroyed the make-up while they were at it, used it up, and threw away the evidence.  The little bits that they left were weird odds and ends or unusable crumbs.  I had to replace my basic make-up… thankfully I still have a lip gloss and eye shadow that I had hidden somewhere so I didn’t have to replace those colors… but just the simple basics were ALL replaced.  I hope I NEVER EVER EVER have to do that again.

  • cover up
  • base/foundation
  • eye liner
  • mascara
  • blush
  • eye shadow
  • lip color
  • plus I was out of face wash, shampoo, conditioner, and hair spray

Not only that, but the brand I used to use… the one the girls destroyed anyway… was drying my face out.  So since I did have the chance I switched brands to the brand I use for my hair now (L’Oreal… the shampoo/conditioner is Ever Creme for dry to very dry and it’s AMAZING).  I tested it out since I’m not sure on their shades, but wow… lovely, soft, light-weight, and feels good.  Maybe I should thank the girls, but holy Moses it’s better buying single items at a time.  That said, I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and briiiiigt!


I do realize I sound like a princess right now, since most times make-up is a want versus a need.  However, it’s still true that in today’s world to be taken seriously in the work force women are expected to present themselves a certain way and very often that “way” includes make-up.  I’ll also admit that I feel better about myself and more confident in make-up… it also puts me in that more formal mode that work requires.  Plus with the type of work I’m doing and will be doing, the people I work with all wear make-up.  It’s an unspoken expectation.  I felt so out of place being dressed appropriately but having a naked face with uneven skin tone and dark circles under my eyes.  I felt like a mom playing at working.

I know that a lot of this is internal and I’m projecting, so I’ll be working on that.  But I have all the time in the world now.  Especially with getting paid!

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