Yes, and who knows, I might throw in the towel and re-join. It's been SUCH a positive experience for me that I detest seeing it end, to be honest. There are a bazillion reasons for this, one of them being that it's a wonderful way to be PART of something, a cohesive group of people. I'm a hermit, for real, just do not do groups at all well. Nope, not out of shyness, I'm as shy as Ghengis Khan, I really have no idea why in point of fact.
I'm grateful to feel a ton better today than I have for aWHILE. I've been prescribed far, far too many meds, it's ridiculous. If I took all of them I'd be a walking chemical, it's just crazy so I've been looking around for replacements for some. Here's one which will and does indeed cut down on antiinflammatories and steroids, plus pain meds. Get this. JUST a really good vitimin B complex soft gel. It transpires it really does seem to have to be a name brand, no idea why but BOY does it make a HUGE difference. The neuro recommended this anyway, but it wasn't until I did a search for a good one and upped the intake that I noticed the difference.
Grateful we're getting the yard de-wintered, both of us had the time and energy,looks nice. There's more to do but it's a great start.
Grateful we also have a good start on cleaning up poor Mom's yard. The house still hasn't sold, which I'll write about elsewhere. We got a start on that this weekend, very grateful we have not allowed ourselves to be snowed under by STUFF TO DO. I'm actually considering this a positive answer to prayer, to be honest. I've asked please, a hand here? It turns out it's our own hands, somehow being able to do this stuff, no idea how because gosh, it's a LOT.
Act of kindness. Mom and I were in the store, and a frustrated, older woman asked me WHERE did I think the molasses might be found? It's nice to be tall, we went down to the end of the aisle, I could scan the signs, pointed her to the baking aisle where I did actually know exactly where molasses is. It's funny, people ask me to find stuff frequently in stores, I must look like I spend a lot of time eating or something? I'm seriously not pulling a snotty way to call myself skinny, I just am pretty boney in spots so why it appears I'd be conversant with the layout in grocery stores in beyond me. I'm also asked to get things down from the top shelf for strangers at least once a week, some nice older female will be standing there glaring all the way up at paper towels or something and say, 'Um, excuse me?' I always lope on over, bat one down for them. Come to think of it, stores DO have those shelves way too high for the average shopper, don't they?
Positive experience, hmm. OH, ok. It's because of this challenge, too. My son has tis 'thing', at only 14, where he is frozen in fear from using the phone when it comes to calling certain people. He's astute as H*LL for 14, says it's only authority figures, people who could possibly be 'mad' at him for some reason. In his head, ALL authority figures are 'mad' at him. This stems from something I've written about here, way too long to get into but during a custody battle this little kid, maybe 9 years old was accused of lying about a medical condition by his father, THREE different doctors and a school principal. None of them even listened to the kid, even while he was throwing up while having a migraine. It was more than dreadful we went to court, accused of truancy since the school was saying we had illegal absences. The magistrate was P*SSED, boy, went for the school's juglar. I'm not thinking of suing ( seriously ) since it transpires all this time later a real, live, pedophile was at the root of this. He wanted the court to rule that he could see my son ALONE, you see, as his P.A., ( this is a true story ) and got everyone all whipped up and manipulated for his purposes. The adults involved should have known better at the time anyway, the newspaper just last month published that this pedophile has indeed admitted to offending and molesting 4 to 15 (? I don't know what that means ) kids before he was caught. We literally had to kind of kidnap my son, snuck all the way out to Pittburgh Children's Hospital, got him diagnosed. He has a REAL, live very very very very common childhood migraine condition. This spiked the guns back east here, won our case and saved my son from a pedophile, literally. That's the synopsis, but it's left my son a mess in some ways. This fear of authority figures, duh, we're lucky he's not a much bigger mess. The positive part of this happened yesterday, when he just started talking and talking and talking about what happened then, the rage he still has, not knowing what to do with it, and then he picked up his phone and deliberately did an in-your-face act. He called someone, his soccer coach, to tell her he had to miss practice. he could NEVER have pulled this off, seriously, ever in his lifesince then. That kind of call makes the this weight-lifting, massive, football and soccer playing kid throw up in fear and anxiety. In his head, all adults who have some authority over him will be 'mad' and scary, no matter what. He made thatcall, and it felt awesome to him. I'm not pushing for another one, he'll get there when he gets there.
Sorry that was so long. That whole episode was just SO dreadful, it keeps getting worse in some ways, and my son of course did zero to deserve any of it. To see him do that, or even begin to process anything, was hugely positive. It's going to feel even better when I remind a pedophile and his accomplices that you just can't walk around breaking children. Stay tuned.
