“Doodoodoo dadadoodoo… under pressure.” Remember the song from David Bowie in the … 80”s? Yes, I’m dating myself. But it is true, “pushing down on me, pushing down on you.” Our lives these days are so crazy and we’re all under such pressure. Our health might not be in the best of shape. Our jobs are just that: jobs, not the fun, passion-filled, joyful place that you “get” to go to everyday, but the place you HAVE to go to so that you can pay your bills. Our children might be trying our last nerve, not doing well in school or on the field. Our marriages might be breaking down and friendships might be under stress. We’re in situations that are just plain scary.
I was diagnosed with MS about 14 years ago. The good news, that I found out immediately, is that there is medicine that can help me cope with all of the symptoms and maybe even help stay in remission. This wasn’t always the case! The bad news is that all of the medical treatment options were needles– injections. I don’t like needles, like a lot of people. In fact, I’ve passed out at just the sight of a needle before. I thought this was a cruel joke! I did it every day, took that shot, that needle, which was going to keep me in remission. It never did, but I kept trying different medication options. Always needles.
These flower pots that we spent a good half hour shaping into our masterpiece would be smashed to pieces. Some women picked up the bag filled with the pot and dropped it over and over again. I was not so eager to break “MY” masterpiece. I dropped it once and it broke into mostly large pieces- easy for me to put back together. And it wouldn’t take too long. Just the way I like it, a quick and easy cleanup!
…When the doctor was finished getting all the information and about to tell me what she thought was the problem and what I would need to do to start to fix it, I got up and left.
Three Wise Women
This is the time of year when everyone enjoys Christmas shows, pageants and plays…