A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge.
This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby.
Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog.
I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh.
For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
I was born in 1964...the last year of the Baby Boomer and I am so happy that it is so.
Eating bugs is fine, but eating humans is something altogether different. I loved that movie...I'm a big Charlton Heston fan. Funny point...I couldn't remember if it was Heaston or Heston (shows my level of education and ignorance). I did a Google search and apparently, he was born on October 4th, 2466 BE and died on April 5th 2551 BE. I tried to look up what exactly BE means after a date, but I couldn't make any sense of what the answers were telling me.
I don't think anyone will miss us BB's Kenzie (just my opinion). I wrote a poem called Life "Life" and one of the lines goes something like, 'In a generation's passing, all trace of us is lost.
And isn't it funny how each generation looks down upon the last..."You have it so much easier than we did in my day."
But this simply isn't true. I mean, yes, my father lived through the great depression in England after WWII. Those must have been hard times when food was scarce and he had just survived having bombs dropped on him daily by the Nazis. He knew I had it easier than he did, after all...I have never been hungry...not one day in my entire life. Isn't it funny how after not eating for a day, we complain that we are starving? And yet, can you or I say, with all honesty, that we have ever been starved in our lives?
I think the term easier should be replaced by different. A kid who is a teenager loses his internet for a day and that's a HUGE deal...for him/her...like the world is falling apart. But for us Baby Boomers, we simply pick up a book or go outside and smell the flowers.
Choices make life harder rather than easier. Before my mother died, we had many conversations about this topic. She would say in her day, a woman had no choice but to remain in a marriage (even an abusive one). There were no services that protected and supported women with children who needed to be fed, so they put up with it. But now, it's not like that.
For every positive, there will be a negative. Just look at the current divorce rates and you will see that making leaving a marriage easy (at least it is in Australia) and in a lot of cases, profitable...does that mean things are better now than they were back when my mom was going through her difficult times during her marriage? And the effect divorce has on the children cannot be underestimated.
I'm a voyeur...a watcher of people. Now I see couples on holiday and all they appear to do is stare at their phones. I wonder how their conversational skills are, or even how well these people know each other. They probably send each other texts whilst sitting together poolside. Does that sound like a world that is easier or better than when we were told by our parents to go outside and play? I would arrive back home at dusk and be covered in dirt and grass stains on my clothes from sliding down hills on cardboard boxes. We made our own billy carts from old bike parts we had lying around.
I wouldn't be a kid now for any amount of money. I feel sorry for them in a lot of ways...just as they might for me when I die. But only for a few seconds until one of their 'friends' posts something on social media that requires their instant attention, and then old whatshisname will be forgotten...and so it will be for them when they arrive at their own mortal end, and the new kids will have just as little care.
I had never heard of fibromyalgia (I can never ever spell that word...for some reason, it's one of THOSE words that will not stick in my brain) until my best friend, who lives in Tennessee told me she has it. I would say that I am sorry you have that condition...but I won't. Why should I be sorry for something you must endure? What use is me being sorry going to do for you? I believe that saying sorry to someone should be reserved for if I bump into someone or have done something wrong to them and feel regret.
That being said...for every bad thing that befalls us, something good will come. I believe this in my heart, and if we cannot see something positive in any situation, we simply aren't looking hard enough.
When my kids were growing up, I encouraged them to say whatever they felt at the time...even swearing if they kicked their toe was acceptable to me. The only word I refused to allow them to say was 'can't'...isn't it ironic that we have only just met, and we find something so similar in our core values?
Also...Dog, who posted above and I are very good friends...and have been for quite some time. I have written a poem about her "Viv, His Dog and His Choices" that you might find interesting.
It is a poem of friendship and forgiveness and is written from the heart. She was even the inspiration for what I believe is my best work of fiction. It isn't for everyone, especially those of faith or people easily offended by countering the story of the bible "Heavens Above" .
It does, however, have a very strong moral storyline...and is simply an alternative to the story of why Lucifer was cast from heaven and the perfection of one side and the imperfection of the other. We were supposed to co-write it, but she was too busy I suppose. But without her, there would never have been a 'Heaven's Above'...and I will always be in gratitude for her inspiration for me to write it.
I have a don't quit blood stream. I may postpone something, change it a bit, or figure out a different way to accomplish something, but rarely do I quit. Even when I can not physically my mind still persists on trying to find a solution.
Have you considered dictating what you want to write using built in computer software or something from another source?
Artists need whatever support they can get. Embassies have traditionally been quid-pro-quo trade centers: you do this for us, I'll do this for you. It's why some officials have been designated persona-non-grata when they point out human rights abuses (a tricky subject regardless of where or when). But art... it's nice when humans can move past the utilitarian and show some heart.
Kenzie, A beautiful picture of the Texas Sunrise.
You seem to be going through a lot of hell in your body. Are you listening to your body, it will tell you why it is behaving the way it is. I am speaking from experience. I had problem years ago and couldn't get to the top of the stairs without being exhausted. Also had inflammation under my skin causing itching and my sinuses were always runny and blocked. I was also over weight. Our bodies are made in a way that it tells us we it is 'Dis-eased' and it will tell us when it is .Eased.'
That's when we have a healthy body and a calmer life.
Medication only covers the inner problem. I our child is crying, we will make sure it is dry winded and fed on the healthiest food we can give it. So it is time to look after our bodies.
I took matters into my own hand and decided to change what I was putting into my body.
I thought no more quick fix food. No more rubbish is going into my 'Holy temple' that our Lord gave us to look after.
I got rid of all the food that I believed was wrong for me and started afresh.
(Off a tree or under the ground was in )(rubbish was out)
It was not an easy task and the first four or five days were the worst. I went to bed early and read books to distract me from slipping into my pit again.(This worked, I did sleep a lot to start and when a friend offered coffee or tea I would have water.
I fasted for two days a week Thursdays and Sundays only having water (lots) very runny home made chicken soup.
I had grapefruit juice every morning followed by porridge made with water- lunch was juice- I made up carrot, cucumber, ginger, garlic, and what ever else I had. Two cups of tea per day, more water, mid afternoon I had chopped dates and raisins with 5 nuts, and evening meal was boiled rice with sweet corn broccoli or peas mixed in and toasted goats cheese on top and a sprinkle of chilly sauce. Friday I had a treat of half a pizza (home made a few oven chips and half a larger) I lost seven pounds in ten days and averaged two pounds a week. I felt so healthy that when asked to go on a trip to Israel, I did and it was the best memory.
If you can relate to what your body is saying and act, then you are on your way to a new you and people will be wanting to know your secret.
If you decide this is for you we can call it the (Kenzie Diet)
(I am only a click away)
I hope my story is helpful
Bubbles of love and healthy thoughts sent to you.
Alexi
How exciting that 2 people found this old entry and commented. My health continues to be a problem, but I'm learning to accept what I can and cannot do. That's been a difficult lesson to learn.
Thanks for stopping by, Marsha. I'm not sure exactly what the injections were in my knee this time, but they were PAINFUL and, it appears that they've helped. Whatever they are, I can have them repeated in June.
IBS hasn't yet been conquered.
And sinus infection continues...so I still can't get a new mold for dentures.
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