Hellooooooooooooooo, Possuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuums!
Coming to you from the Celebrity Suites of the Wyndemere Condominiums on Turtle Creek in Dallas, Texas. Today is Sunday, November 13. It’s going to be a partly cloudy day with a high of 53 degrees.
Happy Birthday to:
Good Morning and Happy Holidays, Possums. It’s a sunny, chilly day in Big D. There are only a few things on my calendar today - church and a church board meeting.
Yesterday was, I think, the longest Saturday I have had in quite some time. It all started with an MS related fall. I reached down to pick up a towel that had fallen on the bathroom floor. I lost my balance and down I went. That was around 5:30am. Of course my Apple watch was charging and my iPhone was in the living room - like I was going to call anyone at 5:30am anyway. (Why I don’t keep a bottle of Tito’s or Grey Goose on the floor in each room of my casa now is beyond me…but I digress…)
I am going to use the word ‘blood’ now, but don’t panic!
The blood-stained bathroom floor was just another reminder that there are some things I should not (try to) do. The blood was from my knee which I hit on the cabinet handle on the way down. I hadn’t noticed my knee was bleeding or even noticed the blood-stained tile because of the incredibly offensive and foul language exploding and erupting from my mouth. Vesuvius would be so jealous. Honestly, I found it to be offensive, cathartic and impressive. The combinations of words was theatrical, insulting and yet, poetic (if you’re into rough poetry, I suppose). How anyone in this time zone slept through any of it is beyond me?
Once again I had to figure out how to get off the floor and back into my wheelchair which was going to be incredibly difficult - especially since this snap of cold weather we are having is playing Havoc with my legs. It is also playing Trouble, Monopoly, Operation, Sorry, Twister, Life and quite possibly, Battleship. My legs are like two steel beams - unbendable and a pain in my ass.
While it only took a few minutes for me to realize and formulate my plan and regain my composure (and my dignity which I thought I had lost a long time ago) and get back in my wheelchair, it is going to take my new assistant an hour or more to reorganize my closet. Oh dear, did I do some damage in there? The answer is yes….yes, I did. I did a lot of damage in there. Not to the walls or anything like that, just to things that used to be on hangers. Also, I might need new hangers.
Question: Can you get blood out of carpet?
Follow up question: If so, how?
Regardless, I was up and back in my chair in only 90 minutes; a new personal best. I was exhausted for an hour because of the energy I expelled. I was angry for an hour because of the fall. And I was pissed off for a large part of the day because I couldn’t remember all of the colorful metaphors I had previously used that morning. To say I had ‘invented’ them would be wrong, too much…almost bragging. I mean, who am I to say that those words have or have not been used in that order before?
While my Saturday had started off a bit rough and I did feel somewhat pissed off and defeated, a friend whom I rarely see, except on the Facebook, messaged me asking to use one/some of or part of my daily posts in her sermon today (as a guest preacher at another church). The scripture being referenced was Isaiah 65 17-25 and it is about hope.
She requested to tell the congregation how I manage with my MS; particularly the struggle, and I quote, “your posts that always end with words of hope amid the daily difficulties...and how you daily challenge us all to be better, to be of service. Your posts are a lifeline to me and so many, a reminder of God’s presence even if we don’t see God or feel God”.
Well, if that didn’t turn my day around - a complete 180! I had no idea my posts had that affect on anyone or realize that many people actually read them. Quite frankly, my posts are just very therapeutic for me. Suddenly my relationship with the Big JC seemed a little less dysfunctional.
As my friend, Chuck, also reminded me yesterday, a dysfunctional relationship with God is better than none. Just don't give up. Chuck is another friend I have great admiration for and am incredibly thankful he is in my life.
What are my take-aways from Saturday and from that experience, you ask? I realized that I am being heard. God does hear me. Though it is my personal belief that he hears me between binging episodes of ‘Yellowstone’ and ‘The Real Housewives of Mesopotamia’….he hears me, he is using me and I know and understand that now…Thank you Anna and Chuck!
Sometimes it takes a village…..…to fall on me! That’s gonna be the name of my book or album/CD/Streaming-Thing…LOL
I almost feel bad about all those horrible things I said when I fell onto the floor (and this morning when I drank some piping hot coffee before it cooled off), but I just can’t. I am cursed with the mouth of a sailor. I am now and forever unapologetic about that and that I wear socks with my sandals…and on that note, I shall say, “Amen”.
MS Warriors - do not give up. We are MIGHTY and we are STRONG!
OK - that was a lot. I think I have gotten it all out of my system for the time being. For someone on a leave of absence from work , I have several things I need get scheduled and accomplish this week (or my assistant does, should she accept the position).
What are your plans today?
Anyhoozle, I wish you and everyone around you a SPECTACULAR day. Do everything today with kindness in your heart. The world is full of kind people. If you can’t find one, be one! Peace, Love and Blessings to you all. -AJ
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