From this moment on, Life will never be the same. Broken hearts still beat. Beauty still exists. God is still love. All weave a tapestry of a beautiful life. D. Elaine Wood-Lane 12/8/16 30 years ago on December 24, 1986 I lost the second of two my two brothers. It had been a really rough … Continue reading From This Moment On-A Beautiful Tapestry of Life
Sweet pink rose scent rises. Every rose has its thorn. No joy without pain. © D. Elaine Wood-Lane 6/6/16
Have you ever woken up And you feel like your nerves Want to crawl right out of your skin? You want to crawl back into your Cocoon of a bed and sleep until It's all over. The pain, not life. It's rare for me these days, But on this snowy, cold day, Even with my … Continue reading Cocooning
I have fibromyalgia. I have been doing really well lately so far as pain goes. Even on my trip to Europe, I felt pretty good most of the time. Tired and a little achy in the evenings, but we scheduled in days of rest. This was very wise. Since we have returned my sleep schedule … Continue reading The Pain Problem
(I started writing this on March 12.) One thing that many people don't know or understand about fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue syndrome is that often the people diagnosed with the syndrome appear to have normal, even very high activity levels. From the outside, everything seems status quo, even to the person who has fibromyalgia. Often, I'll find … Continue reading Catching Up With Myself
Buddy is all cleaned up and feeling frisky!! I even cut his toenails. Cutting a Chihuahua's toenails is fraught with the same dangers as cutting a human infant's nails except maybe even a little scarier if they have black toenails like Buddy. It is impossible to see where Buddy's toenail quick is so I'm always … Continue reading Buddy, the Clean and Frisky Chihuahua!
I'm sleepy, but jittery. Hurting, but not overcome. Must be a Thursday. Thursdays are when Mr. Fibromyalgia comes out to play. He's tired of being good and looking nice. He has been nice, patient, kind, tolerant for three days. Even good visitors start to stink like bad fish after three days, right? The sun is … Continue reading Thursday Morning