Friday, July 14, 2006

"the sweet spot"

If you ask any sports fan, they will tell you that the sweet spot has to do with a bat and a ball and where the ball hits the bat, and whether the bat will rotate from the handle or the tip end, or simply knock that ball out of the park. This is not about that kind of sweet spot. No sports here. THIS is a different kind of sweet spot.

I have been battling, with the help of several doctors, a bevy of auto-immune disorders for the last two years officially, and probably the past 10 years unofficially. (that means I had it, I hurt, but I wasn't diagnosed with anything at that point, so it isn't supposed to count...and that is so wrong!!!) SO for me the sweet spot is totally different than in the above baseball reference.(from

I woke up this morning in the sweet spot. For me, and most likely others with auto-immune disorders like rueumatoid arthritis, fibromyalgia, and lupus....the term sweet spot takes on a totally new meaning...

As I awoke slowly and sleepily from a good solid 4 hours of sleep,(which is highly unusual and notable in itself) I noticed for a split second....that if I was really, really still...and didn't move any part of my body even a fraction of an inch...if I just stayed suspended in that one moment between being awake and asleep....for that one moment.....I didn't hurt, anywhere.

It was glorious...that one moment in time...where it didn't hurt to be me.

Those who have experienced degenerative diseases, (and the count is in the millions folks)..millions of people in the U.S. alone can relate to that statement. "That for one moment it didn't hurt to be me." I don't know the why's and how's of this mornings sweet spot...if I did I could bottle it and sell it....and be the next Madame Curie. Maybe it was to remind me, of what it was like to wake up and not be controlled by pain. Because after awhile you do forget. It can totally overtake your life. . And somehow this morning....miraculously...for a split second I didn't hurt. I am thankful. Talk about stopping to smell the roses..for a split second it was like I had my life back. For a spit second I had nothing at all to worry about. Think about that. What if life revolved around pain, and the taking of mediation? And what of the limitations that would be put on a life because of pain?

SO, why did I choose to come out of the closet so to speak and post about it? Because of the simple fact that there are millions of people out there that can't remember when they didn't hurt. They are all around you.. you just can't see them. They are in every walk of life, every job description, every neighborhood. And they keep on getting out of bed every morning. They keep on...keeping on.....against incredible odds that one day soon they won't be able to get out of bed. It's something that we need to think about. That not everyone enjoys perfect health. That one day anyone can wake up in incredible pain that will never go is not a pretty thought, but it happens....every someone else. To someone new.

So the next time you see someone using a handicapped parking space and doesn't look to you like they need wheel chair.... think about it. There are a lot more reasons that are not visable to the human eye, that can knock someones life into chaos, and make that parking spot a lifesaver.

It's all about the roses folks. We all need to stop and smell the roses. No matter if you are stressed and busy at work, or stressed at home with babies and children..or stresed in a bad job or marriage..or stressed because of an illness that has become a fact of life,for you or your spouse. Each and every one of us deserves the time to be in that sweet spot for just one second in time......because it can be glorious! And we get so busy that we today.....just for a moment.....stop........smell the roses......and check out that sweet spot.........for just a moment! It is a glorious place to be!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

The Dispersal of a Hookers Stash............

It's a known fact that I hook rugs, and that I dye wool when I can get my hands on it. What may be an unknown fact is that I live in the middle of a desert. Today it was 110 degrees...tomorrow is predicted to be a whopping 115. Don't let them kid you with that "but it's a dry heat" is still so hot that I am SURE that GOD never intended humans to live here...all that aside....I live 100 miles away from any large city. This quaint little western town has a weekly rodeo, numerous opportunities to rope a calf....many quaint eateries and western honkytonks... yet no real source of any kind for I have three choices to order off the internet...which is just not in my budget at this time and 2 is a wool hunt in the only 2nd hand store in town, where you may find if you are lucky one wool skirt..usually navy blue and one mans wool shirt...if you are really lucky it's light plaid that you can overdye. SO a wool hunt here is really nonprodutive.(yet I continue to check weekly hoping that someone suddenly discovers a hoard of woolie clothing and donates it). (hopeless hoping I know..yet I continue to trek to the store in the heat every week). AND 3 is to beg all my friends for the clothes off their backs every winter! I also belong to a rug hooking e-group...and the other "hookers" talk about having a stash.....a stash meaning a large chest of drawers or a closet. or both a chest and a closet!!..stuffed with wool just waiting to be dyed and hooked into a masterpiece. I am new at this and handicapped by my location (and lack of budget for internet buying) and I was inquiring of a post regarding the dispersal of the stash of a long time hooker....(doesn't that sound kind of dirty??? it doesn't sound like all you'd find was a bunch of wool does it?.)..yet that was what was for sale and I inquired making a small joke about being "stashless". A very nice lady from Pennsylvania sent me an e-mail and would I like her to gift me with a box of wool??? DO snakes slither and cows moo...yes please!!! was my reply...... and this week it came........It was heaven........delicious hand dyed colors that I couldn't even begin to describe,and plaid, plaid and more plaid....then pendleton plaid!!(two whole shirts!!)......the more I dug into the box the woozier I got!!! I looked at the pathethic little pile of wool on a shelf in the corner of the living room......and to this overflowing box of wonderful wool......and sighed with contentment......alas........I FINALLY HAVE A STASH......AND to Joan in Pennsylvania: Thank you kind lady for your generosity!!!!!

Monday, July 03, 2006

I fell out of bed.....On the wrong side !

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, no that's not accurate. To be truly accurate, I fell out of bed on the wrong side this morning! I have been doing that a lot lately....And it is no fun at all.

I live alone, I have not cat,dog,flock of sheep nor children at home to blog there are long spaces between my blogs because what you have left living alone is blogging about the truly personal.....and I just haven't seen any reason to do that. My life isn't all that interesting lately.

SO this morning I fell out of bed at 4 am....which has become the usual for me. For some reason I am falling out of bed frequently. So in my groggy half asleep state I pick myself up off the floor and turn the laptop on and take my pain pills while it warms up and loads...............and hit a couple of the blogs that I regularly read and for one reason of another....missed yesterday. .. I should have started with the Panopticon because Dolores would have had me laughing within seconds and my day would have started off so much different.! But no....I actually read that one yesterday so I clicked on another one. And there all the talk was of knitting washcloths and all the wonder therein..........And the posts were giddy little blurbs about oh....I found sugar and creme here ....and oh....I found it there.....All the way through the remarks..all were the same giddy little entry's..... At some point I must have growled....because I found my mind racing as my fingers were scrolling so that I could leave a record of my having been there too!!!..........and then I got to can't post that on someone else's blog!!!! These people would be aghast............oh, hell......I said. (Right out loud, to myself.) I'll post it on my blog..(realizing of course that no one will read it)........but I will have had the satisfaction of getting it off MY chest....and perhaps I can start my day over. ...

I wanted to say hold it ladies, don't get your knickers in a knot!! Sugar and creme is abundant at Walmart. Every color. Small balls and big cones of the stuff sits on their shelves.And the reason this so is because people have been knitting dishcloths, or washies, or worshies...what ever you want to call them for 30 years. Ask my grandmother, the knitting sensi of our family!!! 30 years she has been cranking out those babies for everyone in a very large Irish catholic family.

This wondrous awakening of the Jr. League of knitting is because two people wrote an expensive knitting book that included among other projects, the very same wash cloths that I have seen all my life. I have been away from knitting...and with a recent injury and time off work have I have been browsing the bookstores to replentish my library of essential knitting books. I got an encyclopedia of stitches, a great book on antique socks .....and I looked at this $29.00 book with the dish cloths in it and gently smiled to myself and put it back on the shelf......and chose instead a little knitting humor for $9.95 to round out my shopping day.

Now I discover there is a great awakening in the knitting world (upper echelons only)......And the new wonder is dishcloths!!! Who knew?? I think that I will write an expensive book about the handy little towels that gram made to go along with the dishcloths..........they hang on the door of your oven,so handy for reaching! .......the Jr. League of knitting might be amazed all over again..!!!! And this time I would be the one laughing all the way to the bank!!!

Gee...............I feel so much better now!!