trivial

Posted on October 30, 2012 by Morning Knits

In the wake of a storm, my problems seem like nothing.

Steve got an extension till Friday for the electric bill. After next Tuesday, I can pay the Internet bill. Then we are back to the monthly struggle.

The drs changed my meds and ordered a MRI. They want an XRAY of my foot. I won’t be taking Tram-dol or Percocet. Instead, they upped the Gabapentin and added Loritab. I had to sign a pain contract and agree to random drug testing and random pill counting. Fine. How do you measure pain? 1-10… it’s not like giving birth. It’s not gonna kill me, It shoots up my arm when I reach for something or take a step or wipe my butt. It’s impossible to lift a pot of water. And the damn pain in my foot shoots up my leg and throbs. I can’t walk for long. I NEED the grocery cart to walk through the store. I can’t cut vegetables for dinner. Things that impact our lives…but aren’t a number on a 1-10 scale, but they add up and make me feel worthless.

But measured against the suffering of a hurricane’s destruction – I am totally blessed. The things I suffer with are just trivial. I feel pain constantly, but it only shoots when I move around. I can be still. For now. I am inconvenienced more than anything.

Steve has injured his rotator cuff as well. We are quite a pair.

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About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats. Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties. I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.
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