GooOd mOrning, O-zies!
I know I am a bit later than usual. Cait didn't have school today so I turned my alarm off and was able to grab an extra hour or so of sleep. When I woke up and got moving, I realized how absolutely awful I feel.
Was it really just yesterday that I said that Tindamax wasn't hitting me too badly?
Well, I guess it saved it all up for today.
I hurt, I am cranky and I have a god awful headache and upset stomach. I wish I could crawl back under the covers for the rest of the day, but that is not comfortable either.
My mom is coming up today to bring us her Italian Easter pie. Yum!!!! She wants to take me out to lunch. She has been trying to get me out of the house, but I have a hard time doing that lately.
I posted this on FB- it was a link to Yolanda Foster's blog and one sentence really struck me:
An ah-ha moment. Took me long enough.
Thanks for your support and listening to me. You guys are my therapists in some ways. I haven't blogged in ages and ages, but I think this is going to be refined into a blog post. If I get the energy to do that. If not-- it might just be a cut and paste
Anyway, that is enough Lyme-rambling from me. (For now. hahahah!) Don't think that you are going to get off that easy
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What are you up to today? For those who celebrate Easter and Good Friday, do you have any special traditions? My mom would tell me how they would have to sit and pray from noon until 3pm on Good Friday when she was growing up. My grandfather owned a barber shop and he would close during those hours-- which was unheard of any other time. They weren't allowed food or water or even to move around during those hours.
When I was growing us up it was a "quiet time" but not anywhere near strict as that.
My mom used to make her Easter Pies on Good Friday but changed to the day before, since she couldn't even taste-test the filling.
I hope that you all have a very blessed day, no matter what and how you celebrate!
I'd better get going, if I am going to wash my hair and put on make-up in an attempt to look good (healthy-ish) for my mom. She usually sees right through it-- she goes by my eyes for the truth, but maybe someday after 46+ years, I can get it right LOL
Love and hugs!!
I know I am a bit later than usual. Cait didn't have school today so I turned my alarm off and was able to grab an extra hour or so of sleep. When I woke up and got moving, I realized how absolutely awful I feel.
Was it really just yesterday that I said that Tindamax wasn't hitting me too badly?
Well, I guess it saved it all up for today.

I hurt, I am cranky and I have a god awful headache and upset stomach. I wish I could crawl back under the covers for the rest of the day, but that is not comfortable either.
My mom is coming up today to bring us her Italian Easter pie. Yum!!!! She wants to take me out to lunch. She has been trying to get me out of the house, but I have a hard time doing that lately.
I posted this on FB- it was a link to Yolanda Foster's blog and one sentence really struck me:
It was just a crazy-powerful line, and I hadn't thought about it that way, at least not consciously. So many times over the years, I would try to encourage Gary to leave the house. I didn't realize that sometimes it is just not worth the effort-- extreme effort- to do that, and the cost that it takes from your body and brain. I am getting it now. I think that I had just pushed and pushed myself for so long I ignored *everything*that was going on inside my body. I know I have said it here before that if I ever stopped moving, I would never be able to get back up again. I think that is where I am at now.This is great blog post-- a big compliment coming from someone who hates "reality" TV. Best line for me-- "I am sending you lots of love from my healing cave " .... healing cave. Some days (most?) that is exactly how I feel. It is simply too exhausting and overwhelming to leave my house. But it doesn't mean that I don't think about my loved ones constantly. I am looking forward to the day that I can get up and out and spread the love face to face!
An ah-ha moment. Took me long enough.
Thanks for your support and listening to me. You guys are my therapists in some ways. I haven't blogged in ages and ages, but I think this is going to be refined into a blog post. If I get the energy to do that. If not-- it might just be a cut and paste

Anyway, that is enough Lyme-rambling from me. (For now. hahahah!) Don't think that you are going to get off that easy

What are you up to today? For those who celebrate Easter and Good Friday, do you have any special traditions? My mom would tell me how they would have to sit and pray from noon until 3pm on Good Friday when she was growing up. My grandfather owned a barber shop and he would close during those hours-- which was unheard of any other time. They weren't allowed food or water or even to move around during those hours.
When I was growing us up it was a "quiet time" but not anywhere near strict as that.
My mom used to make her Easter Pies on Good Friday but changed to the day before, since she couldn't even taste-test the filling.
I hope that you all have a very blessed day, no matter what and how you celebrate!
I'd better get going, if I am going to wash my hair and put on make-up in an attempt to look good (healthy-ish) for my mom. She usually sees right through it-- she goes by my eyes for the truth, but maybe someday after 46+ years, I can get it right LOL
Love and hugs!!
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