2010 – A Year That Was
A part of me would like to dismiss 2010 and simply label it as a bad year, one of the worst years on my life. I simply can’t, for two reasons. First, there were many amazingly great things that happened for me, last year. Second, as often happens in life, good things develop from bad as lessons are learned and appropriate changes are made.
In 2010, I went on a vacation that was so amazing that I can hardly believe it really happened. My daughter, Sabrina, gave me the gift of traveling to San Francisco. I got to see an amazing city. We spent time with wonderful people. I got to meet some of her friends and she got to meet some of mine. The adventure was surreal. The best part of the trip was enjoying time spent with the amazing person she has become. The guiding principal in raising my daughters was to let them grow up and be whoever they wanted to be. Rather than guide, my role as a parent was to observe and encourage them to pursue whatever their heart led them to do. I never imagined that I would be the mother of a circus performer. Sabrina is a trapeze artist. She is a student and a teacher. Oh, she has another job, one that pays the bills, but that’s secondary to following her dreams. Labels hurt. Judgment controls. Sabrina encouraged me to fulfill one of my childhood dreams. I got to fly on the trapeze.
2010 was the year of the BP oil spill. It was a sickening experience that affected me deeply. I’m a transplant resident of the New Orleans area. It’s an area steeped in culture and the people are diverse. New Orleans residents are proud of their heritage and rightly so. I experienced the spill as a sudden crash. There are times that I love living here and times of great sadness and fear. I suffer from PTSD from having my home flooded twice and living through the aftermath of Katrina. I remember 1989, 1995 and 2005 as the worst years of my life. The oil spill was a reminder and a threat. The political bickering spilled into my personal life and my mind. It’s hard for me to love New Orleans in the summer. The heat makes my health problems nearly unbearable and the threat of a major hurricane is ominous. The threat of a hurricane bringing all of that oil ashore, Oil that killed magnificent creatures, Oil and sanctions that affected the culture and livelihood of proud Louisianians, frightened me. Fear clouded my judgment. I cannot judge. Especially, in the summertime. Especially, in 2010.
What kind of year was 2010? I’ve heard many people say they are glad it’s over. A few people have used the word “bipolar” to describe it. All I can really say about it is I’m glad to have experienced it. I’m glad it was.
It’s time to move into 2011. It’s a time to observe, a time to encourage.
Change
Oh my! It’s been a while since I have written here. Something happened to me today that I found so amusing that I just had to write about it. I felt as though I was thrust into a joke, albeit some may not find it so funny. I swear it’s true, including the punch line.
This morning, I was at the clinic where I go for my health care. While standing in line waiting to use an ATM, I was thinking that while this State financed facility isn’t perfect, my experience here has been so much better than my past experience with corporate run health care and how it is way better than the years I spent with no health care, as a result of lagging job skills, poor health, and the high cost of medical care. I said a quick prayer for our government leaders and hoped that they find a way to modify President Obama’s plan or replace it with one that assists those truly in need of assistance without taking options away from those fortunate enough to have options. Meanwhile, the gentleman ahead of me at the ATM retrieved his cash and put a twenty-dollar-bill into a change machine placed there for use in making change for the nearby vending machines. Quarters came tumbling out of the machine, as though the man had hit a jackpot. He let out an expletive, while he cupped his hands to catch the unexpected barrage of coins. As he walked away, I innocently remarked, “That wasn’t quite the change you expected. Was it?”
Welcome To My Blog
Hi. Thanks for stopping by. I’ve been wanting to start a blog for a long time.
Mainly, I want to educate people about what it’s like living with Chronic Fatigue. I’ve been living with it for at least 14 years and it’s been quite an experience. It’s one of those things that people don’t understand. The most frustrating aspect is that it’s not commonly dealt with in the medical community and many doctors don’t recognise it as a real condition at all. It’s very difficult for people to grasp the severe impact it has on the lives of people who have the condition and their family and friends.
Secondly, I passionately enjoy the world I live in and the people I meet. I want to record and preserve events and observations that bring me pleasure. The things that amuse me are small and perhaps boring to some. Hopefully, what I write about will be amusing to others.
Thirdly, I’m a multi-dimentional person. When I blog, I don’t want to be know as “that woman who has chronic fatigue.” My passions are my family and pets, gardening, quilting and crafts. Also, I’m an avid hockey fan. My obstacles are nutrition and exercise.
Please come back and visit me on my journey through life.
Getting Off My Butt
Getting Off My Butt And Ending Up In Yoville
So much for getting off my hiney, as my Facebook status says I was going to do. I actually wrote that I was going to and had every intention of doing so. The farthest I got was to shut off the computer and do some quilting. When I finished quilting for a while, I decided to check Facebook to see what my friends have been up to today and got sucked back into the Facebook thing…….
One of my notifications told me that a friend had danced with my avatar in Yoville. I’m still not sure what that means, but I’m starting to get what dancing means in Yoville and I know what my avatar is. What I don’t get is how she danced with my avatar and I wasn’t in Yoville, to the best of my knowledge. Since, after all it is the weekend, I decided to check things out in Yoville. I saw that there is an apartment building where my friends and I reside. Some of my friends were hanging out in the lobby. I really don’t understand why my friends don’t talk to me there. They throw snowballs at me, dance some funky moves, and emoticons appear above them. I haven’t played the game, but I have figured out how to throw snowballs and make emoticons appear above my avatar. I could only throw an occasional snowball despite being hit a few times and couldn’t dance at all. So, I decided to pay a visit to Vinny’s Diner where the game tells me that I can get energy by buying food. I bought some food and went back to my friends to show off my new dance moves. A couple of moves and I was out of energy again. I cannot help making the connection to real life with CFS. From there, I paid a visit to the Widget Factory where I am told I have a job. There I picked up a couple hundred bucks. Then I visited a few more establishments where I bought a quilt to hang on my wall and wallpaper for my bedroom. All my money was spent very quickly. Alas, again a bit too much like real life for me. After having spent too much time in Yoville, I went to Farm Town to plant the trees and get the animals settled in that my friends have sent me. Some of my trees were bearing fruit and the potatoes that I planted yesterday were ready to harvest….. Well, that’s another story………..