SHARING MY WORLD ON THE DAY WE VOTED

SHARING MY WORLD AGAIN

We voted today and now what is left is holding our breath and hoping it will all work out. I also got to actually see my doctor. Mostly, we talked about why inhalers cost so much, how tired we are of COVID and how we have no choice but to deal with it, no matter how tedious it is. Some of us do not have a choice. Then we talked about pain — mine — and how as far as I know, there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing at all. Pain management, but that’s difficult since opioids make me sick, so what I’m taking (Tramadol) is pretty much as good as it gets. Which isn’t, sadly, very good.

It was the old High School. Now, it’s the new Middle School.

I said: “Given how bad it is now, I dread to imagine how I’ll be in five years. And my luck being what it is, I’m probably going to live forever just to keep my chronic ailments from disappearing.” So he told me the story of the supposedly oldest woman in the world — 129. He doesn’t think she is quite that old, but admits she is definitely very old. She says her long life is God’s revenge because in all her life, she can only remember two happy days in her life.

Garry shooting autumn foliage

Two days out of 129 years? That’s pretty bad. I can remember a lot of happy days, even recently, though it gets difficult as the pain keeps getting worse and I wonder how I’m going to keep managing. He wants me to go to this very special pain clinic near Boston, even though it’s very inconvenient. Because, he says, they seem to work miracles even with people like me who have pretty much given up hope. I said “What the hell, I don’t have anything to lose as long as they don’t try to give me drugs I can’t take.” The worst it can do is nothing.

And now today’s questions, which are heavily overshadowed by the day that went before them.


A Guy Called Bloke” asked this one last Saturday on a random question post he wrote: “How many people in real life or on social media (including WordPress, which has become a rather social media site) do you consider good enough friends to help you ‘hide the dead body?”

I would say three or four, except they all live terribly far away. This probably makes burying the body difficult, but they are for the most part, really good at giving emotional support. This is almost as good as burying the body and to be fair, I don’t have any unburied bodies lingering around so I’m probably good.

Are You Ready To Order?   What Are You Having (craving) right now?

Something that will make me hurt less. This is one of those days when something — rheumatoid arthritis? fibromyalgia? regular arthritis? — is making absolutely everything hurt. Yet tomorrow, it may be much better. There is absolutely no figuring why I have these really bad days, though the fibromyalgia is probably the most likely candidate because of its vagueness and unreasonable lack of reasons for showing up at all. It isn’t connected to anything that happens in the “real world.” It just drops in and makes you feel like hell until one day it goes away. For a while.

How’s the weather in YOUR neck of the woods?

Our home in the fall

Beautiful. No, seriously. It’s sunny, chilly at night, warm by day. It’s fantastic weather. Of course, we need rain, but in the meantime the weather is delightful.

There has always been something. Before there was something, there was only nothing. Which do you think is more likely?

I don’t have the slightest idea. I have no concept of nothing, so I figure there was something, but different — whatever it was or wasn’t.



Categories: Anecdote, Arthritis, Autumn, Blackstone Valley, foliage, Friendship, Health, Humor, Photography, Share My World

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17 replies

  1. Have you tried CBD oil, Marilyn? Don’t know if medical marijuana is available in your neck of the woods, but I know a number of people who swear by it for relief from pain.

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    • It doesn’t do anything for me. I wish it did. It’s legal and we grew a nice crop of our own while we were in quarantine so we won’t run out of edibles very soon. It makes Garry feel a lot better, though. Owen too. Not me but I enjoy the edibles.

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  2. Thanks Marilyn for Sharing Your World, despite your less than acceptable pain levels (my deep sympathies…I have fibromyalgia (probably) and some odd bone pain that ‘they’ can’t identify and I KNOW how tiring being in pain can get..both physically and mentally. Like you most pain meds make me very ill, it’s worse than the pain by far. I have some Tramadol, stashed away, for the really bad times, and the last time I took one, I got just as sick as if I’d taken one of the heavy duty kind, so even that is off my own menu now. *sigh*.. I’m turning to the holistic remedies…essential oils, hot baths with salts (epsom or some designed to help with pain) and it has to do. We endure. But living to 129? I’d find a way to die. That sounds like sheer hell to me and is terrifying to boot, given how much worse things get every year lately. Your weather sounds great though, even if there has been enough rain. You live in such a beautiful nature spot, all those trees and the wildlife and birds? You get to live in Heaven. Even with pain, that’s got to count for something, surely? Have a great week !

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    • It does count. This time of year, it counts a lot. I know a LOT of people who can’t take most pain-killers. Ironically, aspirin works very well, but I can’t take that either (ulcers). I have to be careful with the tramadol. You can’t take it too often and you need to take days off of it so our stomach calms down. ALL of the medications do something icky to some other part of you. I try not to think about it.

      It rained last night and it’s chilly and gray today, so I’m glad we got some pictures yesterday. I can fill little nips of winter in the air. I’m hoping it isn’t one of the big snow winters. We haven’t had one for a few years and I can really live without drifts higher than my eyeballs — or having to get someone to shovel off the roof so it won’t cave in.

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  3. I crave an end to this pandemic of madness — a time when we’re no longer haunted by the snarly voice of “Lock her up!” the smirk of Hitler’s ghost.

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    • Well, we voted. Now, it’s just waiting, hoping, yearning for something to get better. For Garry, seeing Trump and hearing his voice makes him furious. He really hates him kind of a lot. I do too, but I’m better at ignoring the news. Garry, old newsie that he is, can’t ignore the news. Especially not now. Oh how I’m hoping for a world where missing the news isn’t a calamity! I want some PEACE.

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  4. Oh I hope that you feel better soon. Love and hugs

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  5. The “sphincter of spring” is straining to bring good weather to the southwest.., we don’t have winter here, at least not in the southern part of the Arizona. We have hell (summer) and this, whatever THIS is, and we look forward to it annually. Funny, while it lasts we forget about all things “summer”, only to be surprised again when it arrives in late May. Will we never learn?.., probably not. I really think that “spring” is a “snow bird” and comes here in winter to get AWAY from winters in the rest of the country.., I’m just sayin’.

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