In the wake of a storm, my problems seem like nothing.

Steve got an extension till Friday for the electric bill. After next Tuesday, I can pay the Internet bill. Then we are back to the monthly struggle.

The drs changed my meds and ordered a MRI. They want an XRAY of my foot. I won’t be taking Tram-dol or Percocet. Instead, they upped the Gabapentin and added Loritab. I had to sign a pain contract and agree to random drug testing and random pill counting. Fine. How do you measure pain? 1-10… it’s not like giving birth. It’s not gonna kill me, It shoots up my arm when I reach for something or take a step or wipe my butt. It’s impossible to lift a pot of water. And the damn pain in my foot shoots up my leg and throbs. I can’t walk for long. I NEED the grocery cart to walk through the store. I can’t cut vegetables for dinner. Things that impact our lives…but aren’t a number on a 1-10 scale, but they add up and make me feel worthless.

But measured against the suffering of a hurricane’s destruction – I am totally blessed. The things I suffer with are just trivial. I feel pain constantly, but it only shoots when I move around. I can be still. For now. I am inconvenienced more than anything.

Steve has injured his rotator cuff as well. We are quite a pair.


About Green Jean Granny

I believe in and practice positive living with a bit of a barb it seems. I love YARN, music, reading, history, and gemstones. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its beliefs. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a (not so) quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a nondenominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in The Republic of Congo, married to the son of a preacher, with 3 spoiled dogs and and an add on (my daughter's pit bull lives here for a bit while she hikes the Appalachian Trail. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative disc disease and fibromyalgia. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and diabetes and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow going. Our 10 kitties were rehomed by rescue after his stroke.
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