It seems that life has a way, sometimes, of pushing you this way and that. Sometimes, you can resist, and sometimes, not.
You know I try to keep it real, so to let you think that everything is hunky dory, would be dishonest of me.
Life is full of trials and tribulations. Surprises. Beginnings, endings, twists in the road.
Today is day 8 of a smashing, miserable headache. I have had a couple of awesome months, with headaches that stayed in the 2-4 zone. Oh, occasionally they would ramp up, but for just a day, and I could handle that.
This time, not so much. I have kayaked and woven rugs, and persisted, but to do that, when your head is an 8-9, well, let's just say it is exhausting.
Nothing helps. No medication. No rest. No heat. NADA. Nothing.
And of course the voice whispers softly about what it "might" mean.
I pray for weather to be the cause. But I have my doubts.
To say that I am tired of all this "headiness" would be an understatement.
Watching baby Dale was a challenge with this head, but I had my two grand girls, 9 and 10, and they were so helpful.
I needed some help, cause this girl was on the move.
Scrabble, anyone??? With her yoga toes.
And yes, I am thinking maybe it is time for an MRI, to see what is going on in my head, if anything.
I really hope there is nothing in there.
Nothing that doesn't belong in there.
Yesterday, Lois and I wove this. I think that it actually took my mind off the pain. And it is no worse, or better, if I sit still, or I do something.
It just depends on whether I can push myself to get beyond it. Sometimes I can, and sometimes I just can't.
Here it is from the other end.
58"x 94"........a good day's work, I'd say.
Right now, I am concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.
Being grateful for those I love, and who love me.
Making a conscious decision not to trouble trouble, until it troubles me.
Hoping for the strength to do whatever comes my way.