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Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
A Texas Sunrise![]() 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:
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Okay, so I finally had a PET scan. The results will be available early next week. Prayers are appreciated. But what a day! I was told that since the PET scan takes place in a mobile unit with very little extra space, it was my job to call and remind them that I would need oxygen while I was there. As a reminder for those of you wondering why that is so, ever since my heart attack in 2021, I have been on oxygen. At home I have an oxygen consentrator. I ordered a portable one so that I can get around in April, 2021. And I still don't have one! I'm not able to lug around huge oxygen canisters, so I have little ones, about the size of a wine bottle. The trouble with them is that they last between 60 and 90 minutes. A portable oxygenator goes as long as the battery is charged. Anyway...I tried calling the hospital on Wednesday afternoon and did not connect with anyone who could help to make sure that there was oxygen available for me. So, I started again early Thursday morning. My appointment was at 1:15, but I had to be checked in by 12:45. Thursday morning, I spoke with some wonderful hospital employees, trying to get the message to the PET Scan people. On the first phone call, I was transferred 5 times and spent 7 1/2 minutes not getting the message to the right people. The second call lasted 40 minutes and I was transferted 9 times. I finally asked for the extension of the person at the hospital who takes patient complaints. I left a detailed message and, SURPRISE! she was able to get the message to the right people. I could have been horribly anxious or upset because of the wasted time. But I just giggled, thinking that God kept my mind busy with this foolishness and I had no time at all to think about the actual test coming up. |
Charlie Kirk said, "in America, you can speak your mind without retribution." Today, Charlie Kirk was assassinated, likely because someone didn't like it when he spoke his mind. Charlie let everyone who disagreed with him to take the microphone and speak. He listened to people no matter what they had to say. Leftists throughout the internet are celebrating because Charlie was killed. Our own Democrat politicians refused to stand for a moment of silence on in the House of Representatives. More and more it becomes obvious that we are not the same. |
Weird. AGAIN my PET scan has been pushed back. This is the 3rd or 4th time. Once, I had to change the appointment. The other times, it was the facility. My doctors are not pleased. I prefer to remember that God is in control. Maybe by then there will be nothing to see in my lung. |
I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish that the medication I'm taking for breast cancer didn't make me so tired. I wish that I could be more active in the 25th birthday celebration for Writing.com. I have been here 24 years myself. That's quite a milestone. I wish that I had more energy to celebrate. My PET scan for a possible lung problem will be September 9th. Maybe then I will have more "get up and go" instead of this "got up and went". |