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3 cats, 1 home, and 6 years later

 

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6 years – 1.10,2010

6 years. Does that mean I’m not a newlywed anymore?  Guys, I’ve been to hell and back, which is unfortunate for me because heat is just as inflammatory, if not more, than ever.

It’s been eons since I wrote on here or had the willpower and/or desire to.  I lived in other homes for some time, and during part of that stint, I took care of even sicker people for a while.  Adrenaline kept me going until it didn’t, and then I ended up in a great job in natural health care, and then I quit that job cause it was killing me.

I’ve learned a lot since then, older and wiser, and crows feet and grey henna’d hair to prove it.  Gluten free, paleo, and all those progressive diets I was always getting a step ahead of before the crowd have all become POP culture. I’ve had horrible cases of fatigue and depression and some really exuberant highs from treatments that work for 2-4 weeks and then turn on me.  Adding to my roster of mysterious autoimmune symptoms (which blood work confirms is still active, alive and well), but the medical world still finds too vague to diagnosed properly), is now two bulging cervical discs and probably some low blood sugar issues.  I don’t even like the word bulge. Ew. Or Lupus.  So gross.

Since I last wrote, Obamacare happened. Big ha.  The push to kill off the middle class genetic slop that has survived in America.  So, no health care coverage here.

However, I am the happiest I have ever been.  My 3 cats keep my immune system active and fighting for something.  Husband is supporting my homemaking for the time being, supporting the end of full time work, so that I can have a healthier life. Happy wife, happy life.  I no longer stick to any form of eating system because frankly they all drive me crazy.  The zealots that emerged after me are fun to make fun of too.   I do the best that I can to eat anti-inflammatory and brace myself when I don’t.  I do not blatantly cheat or get lazy, I just don’t get all psycho if I had no gluten free starch available and bit on a GMO bagel.  Screw the acidity factor, I’m addicted to coffee.  I needed the vice.  I balance it with nopal which I still drink.  With the support of so many loved ones, we managed to cram us into a humble little home, I hope to find a modest and stress free part time job, and I try to nurture relationships which is the essence of life.

In the chiropractor’s office where I worked, I saw too many women my age diagnosed with some form of autoimmune.  Unfortunate as it was, I realized I am not alone and that everyone is trying the best that they can.  One lady with lupus and sjogren’s syndrome (which I found myself wishing I had it so I can have the damn diagnosis and be done with it), she willingly gave up coffee for 6 months, to get blood work done, to prove it didn’t impact her health one way or another, so she can keep her precious vice.  I cannot tell you how much validation this gave me.  Not only in that it’s hard to give up some parts of you, but in that the fight is not just in our heads. It’s for real, meng.

Now when we go out in crowd’s and friends ask where we want to eat, I don’t feel the heat of the spotlight.  Before I have to raise my mousy voice about gluten and nightshades…someone else is proudly defending their right to also pick a restaurant cause they want to know the farm where their cow came from and how grain free their sauce really is.  All us cripples are slowly being empowered.  What a sad thing, no? That everyone has to be careful about what they eat now.  But what a wonderful thing, that people finally care!

I still must take many supplements.  Some are religious, and some are until I grow intolerant and find the next panacea.

I continue to recommend Vitacost products.  Working at the health center I worked for, I found other products that save my life on the daily, and I will recommend those too. Some found online, some only available at the doctor’s office.

To whoever has bought supplements with the Vitacost link I provide. Bless you a million times with 1,000 kittens.  Because I still blow all my money on the highest quality possible of food I can afford.  (Even though sometimes it’s still Goya products..shudder). You have allowed me for one more day to fight pain!

Religiously taken:

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Omega EFA – For what I can afford, this is the best deal. And I wait for the Buy 1 get 50%.  I share the other with Husband or I’d just be selfish now wouldn’t I?  We don’t need any more Omega 6 than Merica provides, so this one focuses on what we lack. It’s sourced from small fish so I like this one. The bigger fish can tend to be more cancer causing, as well as Omegas should be taken with vitamins called co-factors such as Vitamin E and other antioxidants to absorb the product properly and prevent that cancer causing step.  I take my co-factors in other supplements or foods.  Where this fish comes from, I don’t know.  You can probably ask Vitacost if you must know (and some must). It’s pricey to buy fish from which you know where it was born. Each must chose what they can do.  It does contain soy, but I avoid soy in all my other foods as much as possible and this is a product that fights inflammation, so I’d rather take this than not at all.  Everyone in the world needs to take this, especially if you have chronic pains.  I hate spending money on it, but it must be done.  And yes, it does help.  I always forget it does, until I stop taking it.

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Vitamin D3 – I honestly couldn’t begin to tell you why this is essential without pulling out my notes and binder. At some point the knowledge I haveby way of osmosis.  Because my joints will only last about 45 minutes in front of this screen, I would rather look into it again on a different occasion. But all I know is women need this, women of a certain age need it more, and it is essential for the chronics.  I have been advised my a nutrition doctor to take up to 10,000 a day during my worst spells.  This is an inexpensive form of it.  A higher quality, but hard to find is Apex Liqua D K-87.  I have never seen it online. It’s a good price for the quantity, but all I know is that you need to find a doctor that provides it.  My chiropractor has it in stock.

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Cornsilk – For the water retention.  It helps keep the swelling down.  It helps my remove toxins since my body loves them so much it just wants to hold on to them and never let go.  The tea form is better way to take it in and also a great deal on vitacost, but I have so many little details to my regimens that popping the herb is much easier.

So there you have it.  I’m alive. I’m happy. The struggle is real.  The determination to stay strong and at peace is also real and currently being achieved (if I avoid that 3rd cup of joe).  If I think of any more products I can suggest for the hurting, I certainly will.  And hopefully I will have time to write again before I get another job or get stuck on Hulu.  And even more hopefully, it will be about healthy, but really delicious, foods! Oh yea.

Love,

Shadle

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Run.

For the first time in three years, I ran. Just now.  I’m still slightly dewy from the little baby sweat I broke.  I’ve slowly been incorporating a plank here, a push up there, a 5 pounder whenever it feels safe.  I went outside for a light walk for some wellness.  My knees and back have been sore and swollen from pushing through warning signs my body gave me during a strength training workout.  Nothing like a little circulation to ease the pain of inflammation.  In contrast to five years ago, where two minutes of walking was a sight for the sad deterioration of a young girl, my chi flows properly now and allows the healing of muscles and aches.  So, I thought I’d heal myself a bit.

Ten minutes in, without a proper sports bra, my running shorts, and while wearing dorky glasses, I didn’t give it a second thought and found myself moving quite fast and heavy.  It felt so good to put weight on my bones (I can’t lift heavy like I used to, but this seemed to be working).  It felt strange and so comfortable at the same time to have my heart beating fast while breathing steadily.  I felt my butt and hams and quads tight, my back strong.  Well, the shins and ankles were not what they were, but they accepted the challenge.  Carefully, at the first reminder of my old arthritic wounds, I receded back into a brisk walk and waited a few minutes between a jog.  But now I know that I’m back.  I could burst into a waterfall of tears right now.  Six months ago I was looking into disability and now, in less than 15 minutes I found the confidence to entertain the idea of running a 5k again, as I originally intended a few years ago before I was diagnosed with Lupus.

Thank you acupuncture.  Thank you Chinese Medicine.  Thank you God.

The body is marvelously made to heal itself.  When we stop taking medications that kill a symptom dead in its track without every consulting with the organ that stemmed the imbalance to begin with, and give it a fruit, vegetable, or herb that brings blood and life to our ailing body, we are capable of reversing the aging process.  My body still aged quite a bit with my illness and I’m sure it’ll always require mindful maintenance and consideration.  Mortality will still call me out if I don’t listen to my body and push too hard.  But it’s been very appreciative of the internal care I’ve spent blood and tears on.  Now I can sweat a little bit.

www.livingharmonytampa.com

This is the Healing Center that saved my life, in case you live near Tampa and deal with chronic anything, despite what doctors have told you.  I was skeptical too.

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From the Couch of: Housewife

I tend to write only when I’m healthy and on a roll.  Making it a bit unrealistic for all the turd little symptoms I have to put up with.  So, here I am.  Couch Planted.  I made an executive decision to stay home and heal.  I put in a call to the doctor to clarify some of the side effects from my new Plaquenil.  It has its benefits, but as all medicines you are warned about nausea, headaches, muscle weakness, joint pain, depression,  sexual impotence, constipation, diarrhea, the very disease you have times 10, hysteria, schizophrenia, pooping your pants, Tourette’s syndrome, wearing mismatched clothing, kicking babies, channeling Woody Allen, and talking to walls.  I woke up something similar to a  migraine. I’ve been having vivid nightmares (thankfully, not hypnogogic dreams which I have regretfully experienced with certain muscle relaxers I no longer take). My muscles were moving strangely, joints were swollen, short of breath, frog in throat, and a few other uncomfortable numbers all at once.  Mostly my forearms, hips, and calves were in pain, hard to move, and that doesn’t even explain the existential sob fest, which I must say was very peaceable and gratifying, but none the less, not acceptable in a workplace with 50 men … and lil ol me.

I’m in incredibly good spirits.  Probably grateful that the universe forced me to take an off day.  I’m fighting the urge to go clean something because I actually have time!!! The need to rest is paramount, but its hard to stay still.  Especially, when whatever body part that wants to move gets sore from collecting stagnant blood at the site. Regardless, I aim to take it easy somehow. Thank you Netflix and audiobooks.

I have been violently nauseous.  Violently in comparison to someone who always is ready to eat, not someone who has been through chemo.  I believe I have not been eating and drinking enough water due to the nausea, or the medicine is just making my tummy acidic. I don’t know.  I don’t know how it works.  Before, the investigative journalist in me would come out and I would scour the earth’s library and internets to find out why and how, but instead I think I’m just gonna plop a DVD of Foster’s and fall asleep while drinking juice.

Link to site, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

I have a growing suspicion that while I was drinking nopal, my liver was cleansing out some of the harsh effects of the medicine.  My skin was not experience the side effects as strongly.  I did not get strange stabbing pains in say, my armpit or behind my ears.  I was doing it everyday until the chick at the produce stand stopped selling them prepped, spine-free, and I decided I had poked myself one too many times to keep doing it myself.  Also, my fingers get sore really fast with such detailed work.  However, I see it is something I will have to endure.  Or ask my mommy to do it.

Other possible side effects are sun sensitivity and cold/hot flashes.  I felt it they improved when I fist started the meds, but it’s back . It can easily just be recurring Lupus symptoms, or the setting in of generic medicines hating my body.

I’m not sharing this to enhance your day with useless facts you never needed to know about me.  (Fact 1: First place I sweat during cardio: my elbow. What? Fact 2: I don’t sweat anymore. I physically don’t sweat, I overheat like a baby.) I’m sharing mostly for those who have taken Plaquenil and have had different experiences. MTV’s Real Life: Lupus and Diet Related Stories. Mostly, I write to share ups and downs and know someone else out there might go through similar problems.  It sometimes feels like I’m the only 28 year old with these silly issues.  But I know that’s not the case.

Remember the No-No Mission. I feel responsible to tell you I am not holding up my end of the bargain.  That’s right. Today at 5, when Cappy’s opens up.  I’m surrendering all my faux-vegan claims and shamefully (but ecstatically), eating pizza.  I’m going down with my dignity in flames.  I will not overdo it, but I certainly plan on not reaching my goal.

Dignity Robbing Justifications:

1) Sick day, I ain’t cooking.  Feel fine now, but in 1/2 hour into scrubbing pans, I will curse the day!

2) Cannot take any trips to health food stores.  No energy and the sun and heat can make it worse.

3) I’m starving.

4) The nausea is making all foods, except Glowing Green Smoothie and apples, disgusting and my gut needs something to masticate.  I’m gonna be hungry this evening.

5) I’m out of gluten-free bread to whip up something quick at home (that won’t make me hurl).

6) I’m going insane dammit.

7) Husband is out of town AND I feel crappy.  I earned my pouting.

Like I’ve also mentioned before,  I don’t believe in moderation of certain foods.  But I also don’t believe I can go a whole lifetime without it. Apparently, not even 30 days.

Either way, I’m a pinwheel turn away from  morphing into psycho-midget…so I’m gonna pacify myself with some good ol American indulgent food.  And I’ll feel better. Then I may or may not feel worse (sometimes my body actually appreciates that I ate something hearty..justification). But I’ll quiet the battle of whether I will or won’t.

Or I may just have an avocado and beans bowl and not screw this up!  The world will never know.

If you’re still reading, you either a studying the psychology of hungry women… or you’re a Super Trooper.

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Pacing myself, Schmacing myself

Living with chronic fatigue and inflammation, the trick is to learn how to pace yourself. Pacing myself is something I’ve never known and might never learn.

Tonight, there is no in-depth and motivated housewifing or organic products to share.  I left work a few minutes earlier so that I may go home and rest since I felt some stress shoving up against the threshold.  The plan was nap, then exercise, then housewife.

But once I was home free, it was so breezy and sunny out….

The plan turned into: go shopping for things that weren’t on the list, reorganize the pantry, refry yesterday’s batch of black beans, make dinner, wash dishes, pass out hopelessly at 6pm with swelling from head to toe, swollen throat and mild flu-like symptoms.

Dang it.

My strength may or may not pick up again and the inflammation may or may not decrease.  At this point, I have to coddle my bratty immune system if there exists any chance of finishing my plans or I’ll end up watching all of Wednesday’s NBC line up.  If I do feel better, I’ll be making more celery juice for wellness and taking advantage of some exotic plants I found during my earlier fake-energy boost exploration.  I discovered a Latin supermarket and bought aloe vera and nopal, the spiky gooey plants that have been Aztec medicinal secrets for centuries.  Getting in touch with my Indian roots. I don’t know how to use them and their exact health benefits, but if I figure it out, I’ll let you know.

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So here is a little treat I prepared a few days ago. Check it out: I created a new page, a link tab of favorite blogs.  The list will be ever increasing, but just a few for now. Gotta pace myself.

https://housewifingaround.wordpress.com/favourite-links/

Shout-out to friends: To those of you who know I have meeting tonight, Husband is out of town so we’re going together tomorrow to another one. Will miss you.

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The Murder of Two Silver Hairs

Dying hair is not considered much in terms of long-term safety, more so about how long can you go before you drench your hair in paint again.  I certainly viewed it this way the few times I’ve dyed my hair and required follow-up maintenance.  But times have changed and the collective group of women willing to be educated are aware of the chemicals dangers in existence and on the rise.  Last night, I had the responsibility of considering whether I will dye with my mane with Naturint Permanent Hair Color, claiming to be safer than regular dyes (already purchased), or skip the vanity and leave as is, or experiment with Henna dye.

The following article about the risks , although very neutral, had me in a stupefied state.

http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0820/is_n253/ai_21034492/


I don’t dye my hair frequently and I don’t want to anymore. As a matter of fact, I’ve sprouted two “gray” hairs more akin to a silvery snow that I’ve grown fond of.  I don’t care to see them go.  But from my last ventures into hair color, I have slight discoloration. It’s only visible in the sun from my natural dark brown/black hair, but its there.  I was even going to name my two strands of wisdom but if I’m going to darken them out, there is no point in becoming attached.

Growing up, I had an uber-conservative mom when it came to beauty.  She never died her hair, barely wore make-up, and other practical fixins considered to be normal in society for a lady.  She grew up a poor and humble country girl where these things were not needed for survival.  She once told me if I ever dyed my hair, I would not be her daughter.  Being raised in Miami where the masses all have the same sun-bleached brain, there was no way I could not join the sheep herd and dye my woolen hair.  But the peer pressure and curiosity got the best of me.  Against momma’s will,  my best friend and a Loreal bottle  colored my hair into the color of a rusty trumpet.

Mom remained in smoldering silence when she saw the hot mess.  Of course, money had to spent on salvaging my straw mop head.  The chemicals must have reached portions of my brain because I can’t remember who footed the rescue bill, but I do know she let me remain her baby girl.  As usual, my dear ‘ol momma was right.  We just have an innate preference for the natural in my family, whether its the way we were brought up or our indifference to popular opinion.  I want my God-given hair to stay as it is.  At this point in adolescence, I went back to black.

Naturally, an unwritten ethos from a whimsical spaz is easy to forsake in times if fashion kicks and identity switches.  I dyed it for my wedding with some lighter and with some golden tones to catch and glimmer in the sun’s reflection.  A year later, I’m back to my natural kick and want it dark again.  And I’m apprehensive.  Should I leave it and wait a few years until it grows back all dark, or hasten the restoration of balance?

We can’t protect ourselves from all every and all chemicals. “Every year 1700 new chemicals are approved — that’s an average of five a day.” (The Autoimmune Epidemic).  We can buy a water filter for our kitchen faucet and still have residual chemicals, or drink bottled water that’s been leaching plastic particles in the overheated truck its being shipped in.  I’m doing a full on detox, but when the pain is insufferable I must take some man-tinkered pill. We can use everything organic, but we step outside and we’re breathing smog.  But I can make a decision for my next move whether to invite a risk that’s I’m suddenly painfully aware of.  Where is the balance?

I was feeling the stress of all the tiny decisions that come with having a hypersensitive, body begging nature to overpower my faulty immune,  whilst living in a highly toxic city and society.  Considering I was going to dye my hair anyway with regular dye, using a healthier one will not kill me today.  Just like we can’t prevent your kids from every stupid decision that comes across their head, like trying to give yourself blond highlights without a pro in the room, I cannot prevent myself from every dirty little compound that might affect me.  I’ve learned how to read one more label and to research even deeper before purchasing products that we’re never much of a concern before.

My hair is a solid chestnut brown and is looking pretty healthy.  The product itself was great and I would recommend it to anyone who colors their locks regularly and would like a healthier option.  But the paranoia I went through about scabbing, follicles rejecting my hair, and a Lupus flare-up: not worth it.  Not to mention my friend’s dad was talking to me about cancer half the time.  Next time  I go with the henna. Or grow it out. I already miss the two little testaments of time that were trying to make a point.

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Detox is back on!!! Natural Health : Bio-Energetic Screening

A large number of people (okay, just one or two) have looked at me like I’m crazy for not following the unquestioning medicinal prognosis the Rheumatologist suggested when they told me I fit the criteria for that autoimmune condition with the yucky name.  From now on, we’re going to call it the Wolf Disease.  Much more rad.  Plaquenil  its called, an anti-malarial pill.  It was a 15-minute rushed visit where the Lab Coat handed me a pamphlet and sent me on my merry way. I can give you a mind-staggering list of medicines I’ve taken for vague diagnoses and all the side-effects they each had on me because I’ve been misdiagnosed so many times along the way; a common frustration of an autoimmune sufferer.  You get tossed around from doctor to doctor and slapped with a crazy hypochondriac label on your forehead.  Discounting the initial denial stage that I went through for a few days, this time it’s on paper. Positive blood work. So why not take the pill?

Medicines made/makes me sick. Simple as that.  They start off with organic compounds that are synthetically altered.  They are chemical and foreign.  Allergens and toxins from everywhere accumulated in my lymph nodes over the years to the point where my system no longer filters them out properly.  They hang around my blood; the blood used to oxygenate muscle movement, to supplement bones, to nourish the brain.  Modern medicine’s hard-on to jump the opportunity to medicate me without properly executing my personal history (I’ve been literally cut off mid-sentence in almost every visit) made me sick. I trusted that doctors knew what they were doing since I was sixteen.  None of them would ask me to check for food allergies. Just fill the script. I didn’t learn about kickbacks until I was twenty-something.  I didn’t know how thoroughly capable the body at healing itself, or how humble herbs and tonics can stimulate the original code in your DNA to reactivate a natural process. Schools don’t teach this in nutrition class. I’m not saying that everyone should distrust their doctors and that everything they do is wrong. That would be ludicrous. But I do believe natural therapy is worth looking into when pills are poorly sustaining you, side effects are slowly killing you worse than the original complaint, or you are just in-tuned with nature more.

Enter Dr. Clark, by introduction of a beautiful friend I recently acquired (shout to my peep). I knew I wanted the alternative approach, but by some form of cosmic collision I bumped into this lovely person and eliminated a huge chunk of hit-or-miss experiments.  This is successful medicine and it has helped many, including my friend, her family, and the doctor herself. It’s called bio-energetic screening. If you’re someone who is often off balance, does not heal quickly, constant systematic issues, i.e. headaches, gastro issues, asthma, allergies, take too many medicines, mood/hormonal swings, too much acid in the diet, brain fog, this might interest you.  Basically a lot of symptoms that are not enough to pinpoint there’s something specifically wrong.  Or if you do have specific problems that doctors tell you “you just have to learn to live with it”, there is a way to come back to center.

I don’t think I could better explain how this works:

http://bhawc.com/page.php?6

(The link to Dr. Dana Clark’s Better Health and Wellness Center will always be on the blogroll to the right.)

Following the assessment, there will likely be a detox to follow once finding the troubled areas that are “the root” of a disease or potential disease. For example, my wolf disease was born in a maelstrom of food allergies, candida, and antibiotic abuse.  I didn’t simply jump from healthy to sick.

This detox is a lymphatic drainage (Eastern Medicine understands the importance of the Lymphatic system very much ignored by Western Medicine, unless something goes wrong), away to stimulate the lymph nodes to start cleaning out all the accumulated toxins and chemicals that your immune system could potentially start to attack. If something foreign enters your body (let’s say it gets stuck in your LNs), your autoimmune system will attack it;  a magnificent defense mechanism of nature.  If that foreign substance lingers too long, the body’s autoimmune can start thinking it’s just part of you after all, but instead of ceasing the attack,  it might as well attack healthy tissue because it can no longer tell what’s yours and what’s not.  Unspecified problems in the lymph node areas, like the joint or their surroundings will begin. It will be found that many of the pain sites for people with fibromyalgia, wolf disease, certain types of arthritis, etc., will be relative to the lymph node location. This is the dummies version of how autoimmune works.

There are different ways to clean out your system which include diet, exercise, detoxes, and many other methods I may not be familiar with.  It’s about assessing at what point of imbalance you are in and how much preventative or restorative health means to you.  Personally, to restore my healing ability and getting back my energy means more than time, money, a social life, or home projects. It can be an expensive treatment if you’re at my level and worth every penny spent nourishing your body instead of poisoning it with Big Pharma’s newest and hottest pill.  I spent much of my year-end bonus to do this and would sell my preserved liver too if I had to.  Living your life with headaches, being too weak to do groceries, getting worn out from when you get ready to go out from head to toe  is okay once in a while.  If it’s happening too often, it’s time to take care of yourself somehow. By any means.

If you ever do get curious and/or desperate, please call the Better Health and Wellness Center.  Ask for Dr. Dana and find out how you can fix your whacked out chi.  Tell her Elena Shadle sent you.  She works out of Melbourne, Tarpon Springs, and Clearwater.

Detox can be tough and it gets worse before it gets better. I’m gonna get exhausted and more tired than I currently already am.  I’m not one of these put together superhero bloggers that has a 3-ring binder with colored tabs and shows beautiful pictures of rice sprinkling into a pot like magical fairy dust in real-time photography.   It’s going to be raw and simple; idiot-proof. I just share what I know from years of compiling health recipe books and learning to eat clean.  I also will share simple tips on reducing the potential for added crap in your food without slaving over fancy meals.  If you’re working full-time and only get to grocery shop during high peak hours or have tired knuckles and knees and have to simplify dinner while cooking wholesome, I know enough to get someone started.  For those of you who already know, great!  But like my “about me” says, I’ve had to start many things from scratch and want to expand my knowledge on the new lifestyle.  And this here link will be my reference and it will be available to you too.

If anyone has recipes to share, by all means, email me and if they’re yummy we’ll feature them.

UPDATE

I had begun the detox before the blog and had to stop in its tracks when the other problem, and this one, occured. I no longer have to get the “procedure” done to help the doctor make payments on his Benz.  I’m going back on the detox now and into the second phase.  Say prayers for me if you like me.  And if you don’t get off my blog.

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Gentrifying the Dining Table

When we first got married, our house was empty. We didn’t have a place to eat or sit on. We did everything on out carpet. And I mean everything. *wink* *sorry*

However, I was carrying on a full-time job. So was he, and he travels at really odd hours. We were exhausted and barely able to find 5 relaxing minutes together where we could talk about anything other than settling in our apartment. Also, my health was already mysteriously deteriorating, but I was pushing through it, pumping iron at the gym. This, of course, would dwindle with time. Making meals for two, and one extremely picky eater was new to me. Basically, there was no time to stop and think of fixing up our place to make it a home, not just sleep quarters and a messing area.

As I adapted, haphazardly and by trial and error rather than careful planning, the instinctual nature of any newlywed was kicking in. What’s next after tying the ball and chain? Fix your place up. Make it your own. We’re still working on it, piece by piece. Exhaustion and health bills keep us from the more focused approach to furnishing. These are some of the battles of chronic fatigue, swollen joints and limbs, inflammation headaches.

About 6 months in, my mother sensed  -like moms do- that I was having a hard time keeping up. She bought me a simple bouquet of fresh, blooming, bright yellow daisies. I previously believed this flower was too simplistic. However, it brightened up my house like I hadn’t imagined and I apologized to my new fabulous table center for being so short-sighted.  When I was single, I was the unromantic type who said flowers are overrated. So soon after being bound by law to man, my sexy husband picked up my newfound value for the lifting effect of nature’s little gifts (without my telling him, brownie points!) . The man who said he wasn’t the type to buy flowers was buying roses to a woman who said claimed they were cheesy.

Now, I long for my table to decorated with something alive. I’m much more plant minded.  This week I was buying veggies and fruits at our local produce shop across the street and saw they had a quaint purple gem I’d never seen before for $1.99! Hells yea.

Further now, it’s been a really rough week health-wise.  As a matter of fact, I was buying celery, parsley, and cucumber for an alkalanizing smoothie (I think I Sarah Palin’d that word and I’m not apologizing for it).  I barely had the energy to chop and blend my concoction. My hands were and still are kind of rubbery with swelling. My feets feel like boats. Piles of mail mixed with Husband’s projects seemed to be climbing higher on our table. The couch was collecting a Home Edition line of living accessories for my own planted butt. Ah, but this cute chrysanthemum could charm any home accumulating clutter.

See below the progression of inspiration from something humble sprung from the earth:

Progression No. 1

THE USUAL BAD WEEK SCENARIO

Progression No. 2

 

WILD LIFE OXYGENATING THE ROOM, BECOMING MORE MOBILE

 

Progression No. 3

 

FULL ON INSPIRED, ORGANIZATION ACHIEVED

 

I lie. It was not just pure beauty that led to my pro-activity. By No. 3 my Percocet had kicked in. Which I do not encourage even for Lupsters! I’m taking it temporarily for all the recent damage my frail organs went through and simply because otherwise I’ll lose my day job.  I’m not unaware of the dangers, not to mention potential addiction if usage is extended too long. Just setting up a disclaimer right now. However, I wrote a little song called “I love you Perky-cet”.

Moving right along, building up my home is a slow process in my condition.  Keeping neat and organized is hit or miss. When my husband is in town, he helps with the maintenance. Otherwise, it quickly amounts to a chaos that I’m learning to not be apologetic about anymore.  It’s not easy going to sleep knowing the dishes is working on hardening grit or wondering if I passed out before I closed all dangerous cat nooks.  But everyone once in a sucky day, something awesome and wonderful completely distracts me from pain (No, Perky-cet is not awesome and wonderful) and I can power through achy knees and make my apartment a neat, symmetrical dream home.

*P.S. Sorry about the picture quality.  I’ll be upgrading to stealing Husband’s camera soon.

 

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