So if there’s anyone still hanging around here (Hi! Thank you for still hanging around!), you may have noticed that I sort of disappeared in the middle of April, and am only now re-surfacing. And for that, you can thank Fibro-F*&$#%@-myalgia.
I am totally overwhelmed at the thought of trying to “catch up” all that lost time here on my blog, so instead I’ve decided to do a quick little Encyclopedia of the Missing Weeks. This will still take a few posts to cover, but who’s gonna complain about ready-made blog content?
So here we go.
AMNESTY: “A general pardon”. This is the quality I am granting myself before I start writing anything. I don’t have to write about anything if I don’t want to. What I do want is for this writing to be fun. So that’s my guide.
BEGINNING, THE: You know how sometimes a period in your life gets set apart mentally, even if what’s marking it off in your mind has nothing to do with what happened to you then? This is like that. I will always remember that this period began when one of the water mains broke down at the lake, and we didn’t have any water for the entire day that Saturday. It was really not even a thing, because it was fixed relatively quickly. But it did make me actually sit down and think, for the first time ever, I’m sad to admit, “Wow-what do people do who really DON’T have water?” That question marinated for a long time, and then thanks to a Facebook friend I was introduced to the following organization.
CHARITY: WATER : Charity: water is a non-profit organization bringing clean and safe drinking water to people in developing nations. 100% of public donations directly fund water projects. So now I have a way to take some action on that question. Which is very cool. I can’t really volunteer for anything, since I don’t know from day to day what my pain and illness is going to look like. But this I can do. I can help here.
CLOTHES: I also remember that day because for the first time in, like, ten TRILLION years I went shopping and found clothes that fit well, look good, and are comfortable, which is basically impossible if you are a woman who actually exists in all three dimensions. So this was HUGE, because that day I was actually leaving the house and interacting with other people in person, also for the first time in A Very Long Time, and I actually felt OK with how I looked. So we met up with another family and went to a
CONCERT: which I wrote about in this post. It was quite significant because
DRESSING UP: was involved. I mean, I actually put on a bra. I wore a dress. I carried a purse. I wore wedges, for crying out loud. THERE WAS MAKEUP INVOLVED. My husband almost didn’t recognize me. All of which helped set the stage for the next few weeks of CRAZY.
(To be continued.)