find something to laugh about

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this is one of the frogs that like to come visit my back door… every year, at about the same time, I start getting froggy visit (and okay, so maybe it is a toad) but I like to call him froggy assassin, so froggy it is… muhahaha

any who… I think it is important to find something that makes you smile in life… and my visitors are on of them… even when they are being inappropriate…

yes… I really ran to get my camera after almost stepping on these two… (talk about coitus interruptus… ) ewwww…. welcome to Kentucky, watch were you step…

lol… so my sense of humor is a bit off… but I got the delight of shocking my friends and family when I asked if they wanted to see a pic of my pet frog… ๐Ÿ˜›

but the point is, what makes you laugh… is there someone or something that can bring a smile to your face when you live you life dealing is an illness of some kind… because this is important… laughter is important… it makes all the other things in life bearable …

flaming hair!!!

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My mother is a topic that I will bring up over and over… she is great… but my favorite stories are when she or I have done something hilarious… like the time she caught her hair on fire… what??? you don’t see how this can be funny… HA… I disagree…

she is my support system…. and always willing to go out and try the things on my MS wish list… one of which was a dinner theater… I had a great time, and purchased a number of dragon items… there were men on horseback and excellent food… not to mention the pina coladas … ymmmm

but by the end of the show both of our backs were killing us… mom has had a number of back surgeries and I???? MS strikes again… but she stuck it out so that I could experience my first dinner theater… on the way out, I wandered around looking at all the dragon art… *we had just been to dragoncon and they were in my head*

eventually mom needed to sit down, so I made myself pick between two of my favorite pieces… and then we went outside to wait for the cab (the car died by that is another story)

while we were waiting, I decided to run back in and get the other dragon piece… and left mom holding my cigarette … and her own… so I didn’t see what happened, but the retelling of it had me in stitches…

mom said she was holding the two cigs in one hand, while she bent forward to dig in her purse with the other… a shy looking Chinese woman pecked on her shoulder and said something that mom couldn’t understand… tired and hurting, mom said uh-huh, and went back to digging in her purse…

this is the point where a man from the group of about a dozen Chinese people came up and said ‘your hair on fire’… and they all burst into laughter … mom said she could hear them giggling all the way to their cars… lol…

she had held the cigs too close to her head while bending to get in her purse… see… smoking is dangerous…

 

 

 

 

PT is over

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Sooo… I didn’t really feel like PT was helping with my back pain anymore than it did the last time, but thatย  isn’t the reason that my PT came to an end… apparently SSI/Medicare only pays for six sessions and then you have to have the doctor ask for more time… But the PT guys said that they could also give me some exercises to do at home and a free month at the clinic (basically some exercise machines and a track)

I of course told him that I would take the home exercises because “this getting up at two in the afternoon is killing me” lol… and I am not even kidding… my sleep has been all over the place… to make matters worse, it is hard to sleep when your body is screaming at you (which mind likes to do after PT) and once I did fall asleep, getting back up is a pain… like pulling myself out of a coma… grr….

anywho… no more PT… more time to do Edits for book two… which I have decided to do at night, no matter how much I accomplish during the day, because it knocks me out…

okay, off to the land of edits… and probably a forced nap… happy wordage, tracey

don’t push yourself

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lol… this is so me… I tend to schedule my life with a lot of brakes in-between… or at least I try… the problem is that life doesn’t always cooperate … plus, there is a lot I would like to get done… sooo… how do you take breaks, schedule tasks, and accomplish everything on your wish list without causing your MS to throw up road blocks???

dang… that is a tough one, and something I haven’t found the answer to yet… the best I can do is make a list of all the things I want to do and then take it a day at a time… because, no matter how many schedules I make, the bottom line is that you either work with your MS or you will get nothing done…

recently, I seem to have forgotten this lesson… I pushed myself to make a bunch of bracelets and a neckless or two for Christmas… now, if I slow down and ignore my ocd need to make another and another, jewelry isn’t a problem… (as soon as I can get some pic, I will share some of mom Christmas jewelry)

but because I wanted to make sure that my mother had everything that I could possibly give her for Christmas, I ended up overdoing it… and my joints and muscles are still a bit achy a few weeks later… booo…

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this is a hard one for me to keep in mind but I continually try… and I can get more of what I want out of life, if I just remember to take it one day at a time… tomorrow is another day … a day that I might get to work on my edit, make the bracelet design I have in my head, work on my latest painting…. it might be the day that I feel like taking a walk, visiting a friend, or cook dinner for the first time in ages… it is all about your health and what you can do today…

Scorpion attacks… muhahaha

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Warning my MS peeps… I love Scorpion, but man oh man, I cried like a devastated child when Walter’s sister Megan died… I could see it coming but a part of me kept hoping that Walter would find something to make her better, to prolong her life… I wasn’t blind… I didn’t think their would be a cure… the show is all about science and what is known… and if a MS cure had been found I would have heard the news from my doctor…

I followed the show for weeks, each episode making it clear that Megan was getting worse… but when the death scene came, the reality of my disease hit me hard… I cried the kind of tears that take your breath away, that leave you sobbing and unable to see through the waterworks… when I finally calmed down, I went upstairs to Mom’s room and warned her… she said ‘oh, Tracey, you shouldn’t watch that show’… to which I replied (okay, I stated balling again and might have screamed) ‘It’s not like they can kill her again’ lol…

I wasn’t laughing in the moment, but looking at the events from the outside it is pretty funny… Okay, my sense of humor is a little screwed up… ๐Ÿ˜› But good news… I watched the episode following ‘the Megan death scene’ and I wasn’t thrown into racking sobs… soooo, all good ๐Ÿ˜›

it must be love

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lol… this is soooo true… I have said repeatedly that I am editing the second book of my Finder’s Keepers series…. what I may have failed to mention is how… but hey… I probably feel asleep… confused yet???

well this is the long and short of it… I wake up, wait for my mind and body to come back online, and then eat or wash my face… then it is time to edit… always with the dang edits… but the part I left out?? after an hour or so (sometimes less) my eyes get heavy and my dang MS lesion filled mind says “what the heck are you doing? more importantly why is it taking so long? WE’RE TIRED” and then my eyes close weather I want them to or not… yep… like I am competing with a narcoleptic I pass out…

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then it starts all over again… I have to wake back up and wait for my body and mind to get with the program… this morning alone, I when through this process three times…

this tells me that I must love this novel, and the world it brings to life… and that I want to share my stories with the world, because believe you me, it is a heck of a lot easier to write the story than it is to edit it… I could make stuff up til the cows come home no problem, and no passing out… but processing information when I edit or research and boy or boy, I am in for a million naps…

I truly hope that Twin Findings: Book Two, Finder’s Keepers is completely ready soon… so that I can share it with y’all… and yes that is the title I have settled on… Twin Findings…

cross your fingers and wish me luck… happy wordage, Tracey