Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Surprise!

 


So, what do you think? 

This is the first overhaul in years! I can't even remember when I did a complete update. I got the image today and I'm just going to say that I love it. 

I know now many people read my blogs. It's fine with me if anyone does, I'm pretty sure it is because they want to and not because I asked. Boredom, interest, or a chance encounter may lead them here. This blog is more of a journal than anything else but you can find the other blogs if you're inclined to do so.

If you've been here before, I'd love to hear what you think about the update. I'm considering some other changes, but for now, this wore me out. 

If you do stop to read some of the blog, thank you. I don't have this monetized so I get nothing from it. I hope you might but if not, thanks anyway. 

Friday, June 5, 2026

Let's Get Caught Up, Again


 For the first time in over a month, my brain feels clear. That's fibro for you. Can't think for days and then it's like you've been through a colon cleanse in your head. 

I know, it sounds gross. However, the sensation of having all the gunk flushed out of your brain is amazing.

Now I just have to get stuff done. Well, if the clarity lasts. I haven't written in over a week, except for brief scenes. It's worrying me. I want this first draft of the second book done. Yesterday. 

I'm up late because I have not taken my medication they gave me to help me sleep. Why? Because I think it is conflicting with another medication I'm taking and leaving me with brain fog. Tonight, the fog cleared, and that's rather weird how it did that. I've been tired until about eight o'clock. If I had taken the pill, I'd already be in bed and asleep. I need to sleep. But natural sleep. 

I've been walking since last October, hurt myself by overdoing it, went to PT and started back in February. I'm up to 1.6 miles as of Tuesday. But the fatigue and fog were really giving me a hard time. I was fine while walking, but once done, I really wanted to lie down. This week, it seemed worse. So, I stopped taking that medication.

Now we wait and see. I should know for sure by the weekend. The bad news is, it has been helping with some of the pain I've been having because of the pinched nerve. 

Lord help me, I hate this mess. I have the nerve conduction test in two weeks. That will be so thrilling. Electrifying. I will become a test dummy for the zombie line. They'll stick pins in my spine, neck, and arms and zap them with electricity to see if I react. Not sure what is appropriate, but it will certainly jolt me. The goal is to trace the nerve's restriction. 

Lately, I'm just tired of all the stress from never knowing what will affect me and how. Medicines that cause side effects or neural functions that suddenly go haywire for no apparent reason except I opened the fridge or turned on the faucet. (Analogies).  Or cramps in the middle of the night. Although since I switched to magnesium malate, they've stopped. Thank God for that. Now I get cramps from the carpel tunnel brought on by 50 years of computer work and writing. 

I've had wonderful times in my life, but I really could have done without the penalties. 

So, I'm headed off to the land of Nod. If you know, you know. If you don't know, you can ask me.





Friday, May 29, 2026

My Journey Thru the Inferno

 
I can't believe how long it has been since I put something out here. February 6th seems so long ago. I've been pretty sick with bursitis, a fibro super flare, and pinched nerves in my neck that have sent shooting pains all down my arms, legs, back, and up my neck into my head. Dizziness, weakness, and fatigue so bad it took all I could do to get out of bed. But one does. Because the alternative is death. 

So you get up and crawl if you can't walk. If you need to go to the bathroom, you hang on to the wall so you don't fall down. You pray you can drive to church or the store without hitting another car or ending in a ditch. You stay out of public as much as you can without going crazy from despair and pain. You don't dare talk to people. No, really. It isn't good to converse.

Last month saw nine low-pressure systems march across Indiana. Three at a time over the course of three weeks. I felt every one of those illegitimate children. My whole body felt attacked by hordes of marching monsters. 

Today, I walked a mile without a lot of pain. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day. Learn to appreciate such small blessings. Tomorrow I could be back on the floor trying to get out from under the crushing weight of fibromyalgia. 

I was researching some information about managing the autoimmune diseases I have, and this is what it said: 

That description of feeling "crushed" is exactly what a major barometric drop does to a body dealing with fibromyalgia and rheumatoid arthritis (RA). Nine low-pressure systems in two weeks is an absolute onslaught for your central nervous system and cellular biology. It is completely logical that your physical weakness and brain fog were severe during that time.The science behind the "crushed" feeling when a storm or front approaches, the barometric pressure drops, meaning the weight of the air pressing against your body decreases.
Tissue Expansion: Lighter atmospheric pressure allows the fluids and gases inside your joints, tendons, and muscles to expand slightly. In a body already hyper-sensitized by fibromyalgia and RA, this micro-expansion acts like an internal balloon inflating against your nerves, causing an overwhelming feeling of systemic pressure, pain, and profound fatigue. Oxygen and Circulation Changes: Rapid barometric drops alter blood flow and cerebrospinal fluid pressure, directly contributing to severe "fibro fog," heavy limbs, and a sudden drop in cellular energy
So, not in my head. Not over reacting. Not trifling. Real physical responses to weather. And unstoppable. You can't outrun it, nor can you hide. 

So, next time you want to say something like, "Well, you need to just ignore it and come to the dinner party" to someone suffering from this disease, don't be surprised if they are tempted to punch you in the nose, or if they do. And for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT SAY "let me tell you about my sore toe" or "let me tell you about having my last baby". We do not care. I had a natural childbirth my first time, and it was a cakewalk. No pain medicines at all. I wish my pain levels were that low. And that was even with an episiotomy and no anesthesia. 

I'd almost commit a crime for something to stop the pain now. Only I'm hypersensitive to most pain medications and can't take them. So... your Percocet? Yeah, I see shadow people. Lortabs? I vomit and fall down. Tell me about your pain and I'll probably laugh at you behind your back. You're not in pain if you can get to your car without crying. And if you can deal with a shopping trip, there is nothing wrong with you. 

I came across some new information today and spent a while researching if it might give me some relief before the next big system rolls in. There is always another one. I know what the weather is going to be three days before you hear it on the news. I have to if I'm going to live. 

My research gave me some information that might make some of my meds work better, but we'll have to see. I have to experiment on myself by taking things without knowing what they'll do to me. I have to research it, figure out the safe dose, and hope to God I get it right. I have to also take poison the doctors prescribe to prevent me from becoming a cripple. They don't work for the most part, and the side effects are from the most frightening science fiction movie about medical experiments gone wrong. 

Here are the side effects of my RA injection, just one medicine I take for it. Once you read this as the patient, you never sleep well again. And you never stop being vigilant. I take multiple medications for RA. They all have side effects. How do you know which one is causing a problem? You don't. And how do you know if it is the medicine or the disease? You don't. You just keep going and hope you get through it with as little pain as possible. For context, my doctors have me down as a person who usually had the most unusual side effects. I'm hypersensitive to many medications.


  • More common side effects
  • body aches or pain
  • cough
  • ear congestion
  • gas with stomach pain
  • hoarseness
  • lightheadedness
  • loss of voice
  • lower back or side pain
  • muscle aches and pains
  • pain or tenderness around the eyes or cheekbones
  • rapid and sometimes shallow breathing
  • shivering
  • stomach fullness
  • stuffy nose
  • sunken eyes
  • thirst
  • trouble sleeping
  • warmth on the skin
  • wrinkled skin
  • Less common side effects
  • abnormal vaginal bleeding or discharge
  • agitation
  • arm, back, or jaw pain
  • black, tarry stools
  • bleeding from the gums or nose
  • blindness
  • bloating or swelling of the face, arms, hands, lower legs, or feet
  • blood in the stool or change in bowel habits
  • bloody or cloudy urine
  • blurred vision
  • broken bones
  • change in size, shape, or color of an existing mole
  • change in skin color
  • chest pain, tightness, or heaviness
  • chills
  • clear or bloody discharge from the nipple
  • cold hands and feet
  • confusion
  • constipation
  • cough
  • coughing or spitting up blood
  • decreased urination
  • decreased vision
  • depression
  • difficulty with breathing
  • difficulty, burning, or painful urination
  • dimpling of the breast skin
  • dizziness
  • drowsiness
  • eye pain
  • fainting
  • fast, slow, or irregular heartbeat
  • fever
  • forgetfulness
  • frequent urge to urinate
  • general feeling of illness
  • hair loss
  • headache
  • hives, itching, skin rash
  • increased thirst
  • inverted nipple
  • irregular breathing
  • irregular pulse
  • irritability
  • light colored stools
  • loss of appetite
  • lump in the breast or under your arm
  • lump or swelling in the stomach
  • mole that leaks fluid or bleeds
  • muscle cramps or spasms
  • nausea
  • new mole
  • night sweats
  • no blood pressure or pulse
  • noisy breathing
  • numbness or tingling in your arms, legs, or face
  • pain, redness, or swelling in the arms or legs without any injury present
  • pale skin
  • persistent non-healing sore on your skin
  • pink growth
  • puffiness or swelling of the eyelids or around the eyes, face, lips, or tongue
  • raised, firm, or bright red patch
  • redness or swelling of the breast
  • seeing or hearing things that are not there
  • seizures
  • sharp back pain just below your ribs
  • shiny bump on your skin
  • slurred speech or problems with swallowing
  • sneezing
  • sore on the skin of the breast that does not heal
  • sore throat
  • sores, ulcers, or white spots on the lips or mouth
  • spitting up blood
  • stiff neck
  • stomach pain
  • stopping of the heart
  • sudden high fever or low grade fever for months
  • sweating
  • swelling of the face, fingers, feet, or lower legs
  • swollen glands
  • swollen neck veins
  • tiredness
  • trouble breathing
  • trouble thinking
  • unconsciousness
  • unexplained bruising or bleeding
  • unpleasant breath odor
  • unusual tiredness or weakness
  • unusual weight gain or loss
  • visual disturbances
  • vomiting
  • vomiting of blood or material that looks like coffee grounds
  • yellow skin or eyes
  • More common side effects
  • bladder pain
  • bleeding, blistering, burning, coldness, discoloration of skin, feeling of pressure, hives, infection, inflammation, itching, lumps, numbness, pain, rash, redness, scarring, soreness, stinging, swelling, tenderness, tingling, ulceration, or warmth at the injection site
  • pounding in the ears
  • Less common side effects
  • abnormal healing
  • decrease in height
  • difficulty with moving
  • difficulty with walking
  • dry mouth
  • heartburn
  • indigestion
  • loss of hearing
  • loss of strength or energy
  • menstrual changes
  • muscle or joint stiffness, tightness, or rigidity
  • muscle pain or weakness
  • pain in the back, ribs, arms, or legs
  • shakiness in the legs, arms, hands, and feet
  • swelling or redness in the joints

Friday, February 6, 2026

After Midnight

 We are still covered in snow. I have a glacier in my yard but managed to clear about 5 feet to get the car into the garage without sliding into the yard. It still slips but not as bad.

Side roads are just a mess. I haven't been out except for physical therapy. The back and leg problems persist. I had a steroid shot in my left hip on Tuesday. It's sore, but gradually getting better. They also reduced my Cymbalta back down from 60 mg to 30 mg. Side effects as usual. Now I'm having other side effects with the drop. Can't win.

I finished the first draft of the Dream Stealer Series: Book 1: Where Dreams Begin (working title) and began Book 2: Eye of the God (also working title). Feel so strange to say that. 

I'm exhausted tonight. It was a horrible day, and the night doesn't look good either. I'm struggling with some things. Can't go into it here. I don't want to go into it in my head either. I haven't been blogging because I've been writing for hours a day, every day. I stop to go to appointments and church, but with the hip and leg pain it's difficult to go much other than that. Around the house it takes longer to do the things that need doing, if I can do them. So, I've been doing them when I felt like it. Laundry in a basket on the couch for three weeks. All sheets and towels. Finally, put the towels away, but it's time to wash again. 

Truth is, I'm tired, y'all. Tired of everything. I said I wanted to get in my car and drive until the road ends. Maybe at the end, I can sit and not think or feel or do anything. 

Yeah, sounds like death. 

No, sounds like peace. But I don't really want to leave yet. Not sure how to handle it when both staying and leaving are unattractive. Kind of stuck in the middle. So, I had to make a decision that worked for me to just keep moving forward to an expected end. That's from Jeremiah 29:11. 

“I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.” 

I've taken some hits in the faith department in the last seven months. No idea what is expected, and I certainly have no more expectations of anything. I've gone on autopilot and someone else can fly this bucket. I wasn't joking when I said I was tired. I'm beyond tired. And I don't want to think. I've thought too much since October. 

What I want is my brain quiet unless it's important or related to the story. Rehashing my life choices isn't important. I can't change them. Making plans was never my strong suit, and I am not doing that. I can get a travel agent. 

I think that's why I've been writing like an insane person to the point I've flared that damaged nerve in my left hand. Burns like mad. And yet, here I am, writing after midnight. Writing helps divert thoughts that would pour out like lava after I get into bed. They leave me in an ash heap. By morning I'm dealing with the fallout. 

Don't say stop thinking. If it were that simple, I wouldn't be exhausted and awake. I've tried scripture mantras, prayer, medicine, and teas. And yet, here I am, writing after midnight. 

The good news is that I've written 11,232 in six days. Insane. I'm taking more breaks, though. Eight-hour shifts of writing have nearly crippled me. So I'm trying to get up more often and walk around the house. Too dangerous to get out with ice everywhere.

The weekend is right there. Try to have a good one. Stay warm. Stay upright. Stay safe. 


Sunday, January 25, 2026

Snowfall 2026

 

At the last measurement, around 9 a.m. We had 6.5 inches. It is still snowing and is 13 degrees. The city has mostly shut down. No church, and I'm guessing most stores are not open. 

I hate the snow. I used to love it. But 2009 did several irreversible things. One was to take the best thing that ever happened to me. The other was to remove any fondness for snow I possessed. I have photos from that event of me playing in the snow with my two yr old Sarah. It started as a beautiful day and ended in a frozen hell. 

So, I'm not enjoying anything about this day. 

I dealt with memories yesterday. I'm not glad to be doing it again today. Let's just say that the last few months have been a deluge of memories that I would rather not have remembered.  

Why I've been having this onslaught of memories is anyone's guess. Most of them, I haven't considered in years. And I mean more than a decade. The only thing I can think is that it's a cleansing. I hope that is what it is because otherwise I probably need some help. 

Cleansing happens, well, in my opinion. That's when things just pop up and you're forced to deal with them. As Christians, we're taught to get any negative emotions out of our life, and that means out of our heart. That's where we carry the garbage. If any exist. If you pray about this, the first thing you're going to notice is that stuff surfaces you didn't expect. Memories of events you forgot about. Feelings you didn't know you had about a person. Attitudes that you thought you'd conquered. 

Laugh if you want, but it's true. 

Start praying over any potential anger issues you may harbor. I'd say in a week, you will have lost your temper over so many things you won't know what hit you. Everything will annoy you, frustrate you, and irritate you like sandpaper. You will have to deal with every level of anger you are carrying. Mild irritation, mid-level annoyance, and vicious anger. Keep notes so you can track it.

Try lust. If you have a problem with that and start praying for it to be removed, you're going to get hit with the biggest, most disgusting things you can imagine. 

Keep in mind that every bit of that stuff is inside you. It's like a boil erupting and spilling out poison. That's what you want it to do. Don't stuff it back down; deal with it. Because pushing it back only makes it worse. 

I think that's what's happening to me. I've been hit with so many things in the last 6 months I can't keep up. Painful stuff that I can't forget or solve. All tied to who I am. 

What's that even about? 

And that anger? Yeah, it's at radioactive levels. At so many people, situations, and events. There's a ton. Sometimes I'm fine, but other times it boils over, and if I were a really nasty person, I would have slayed a dozen folks with my tongue by now. And some of them are already dead. 

I'm a mess and can't get it under control. 

To top it off, I keep running into to people who make it worse. Really nice pieces of work that make me want to bite nails. Or punch them in the nose... no... take a board to them. 

How long can this last? 

I'll let you know.