March, 2019
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EVERY SUNDAY is a New DAY and YOUR BIRTHDAY
It is Sunday, for many considered a day of rest that may consist of sleeping late into the late morning or early afternoon hours. Years ago, Sunday was my lazy day, waking up to a new week, brunching or lunching with my husband, running errands in joyous harmony to GOLD CIRCLE™, prior to the TARGET™, days. We always found a bargain or two while picking up the essentials like toilet paper, napkins, laundry soap as well other fine household items we didn’t need. As we sauntered through the aisles we knew at the end of this weekly journey we would take our stash home and realize we forgot the most important item of the week, but we never identified what that item was!
Remember Yesterday – Live for Today
Those were the days when we first bought the Sunday newspaper, The Plain Dealer™, and cut out the coupons and checked out what was on sale before we stepped inside the doors of our Sunday retreat. The newspaper was more golden than the GOLD CIRCLE™. The Sunday edition was packed full of fun stuff like the comics in living color, and Parade Magazine™ that was sure to have a story of fun-filled information for reading, not scanning. That paper went to breakfast with us, and we staled out our time as did many weeding through the paper from the front page headlines to the comics, magazines, ads, and flyers. Great articles appeared in The Plain Dealer™, Jane Scott, Michael Heaton, Connie Schultz, Terry Pluto, and my friend Chuck Yarborough, just to name a few.
“Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide”
Today, Sunday is just another day, working; as most of us have more than one job in today’s economic debacle. I feel blessed as I am about to reach the big 69 tomorrow that I am able and capable to be on my feet supporting sales and earning a few extra dollars. I do this because I have learned through my upbringing that we must continue to venture through life and not only adapt to changes but to change for the betterment without bitterness. I may have been raised in the 50s and 60s with the voice of encouragement telling me that if I worked hard, I too would have a suburban home, two cars in the garage and much more than just a chicken in the pot. However, to maintain all that I was encouraged to work hard for comes with a price.
Appreciating Yourself so Others will Too!
I could complain that as I reach this pinnacle in life that I am still scratching and clawing to build a better lifestyle (not necessarily all financial), that will allow me to live fully. That lifestyle includes working on Saturday and Sunday and meeting new people and supporting their wants and needs providing guidance. My weekend gig is much like my weekday life with newclevelandradio.net, I work with various individuals, and I am their guide and support in sharing their message, compassion, and life providing us all options on which fork in the road will lead us to Sunday, the first day of the week.
Treat Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday
As the Days to Love Yourself and Wish Yourself
A Happy Birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
Tomorrow
March 4th
What # is Your Pain Level?
Try describing the sensation of pain! Too often we are asked the most mundane question is why are you feeling pain? Did you hurt yourself, or did someone hurt you? Is it dull, throbbing, achy, or sharp? Exactly, show the spot where your discomfort is!
Sometimes these questions can be answered easily. Most of the time whether it is a medical advisor, friend, or family member, the response to distress becomes more quizzical.
As a migraine sufferer for almost 50 years, I have been denied my feelings. I am unlike the traditional migraine individual in that I fight through my (almost daily) episodes. In my early years these attacks took me down, but my initial reaction was to always fight through it. It was like a war going on in my head, and all I wanted to do was forge through the hell hole of symptoms and find a soft light to guide me and soothe my pounding head. I learned that if you don’t look ill (whatever that means) people are skeptical and too often assume you are either a hypochondriac or just making excuses to get out of something.
The migraine headache can take on various forms, and the diagnosis becomes even more difficult when women are considered hypochondriacs when they are experiencing them. I experienced first hand over the years I have been served a cocktail of medications that rendered me a zombie, or sent home and prescribed to relax! Let me be the first to tell you it is near to impossible to relax, to think about a beautiful warm, sunny, sandy beach when the pounding and flashing in your brain is screaming, “PAIN SIGNALS,” throughout your physical and emotional body.
I have been seen by many physicians that have run SCANs, MRIs, as well as vestibular tests to identify what is happening in my internal housing. My medical team over the years has consisted of neurologists, psychologists, psychiatrist, physical therapist, gynecology (I am woman hear me roar,) as well as chiropractic. My diagnosis is stated as unexplained mixed headaches with an emphasis on migraine.
Yesterday, March 1st, the first day of the meteorological day of Spring, I had the culmination of a week of pain. Each day got worse with periods of relief, but on Friday the black cloud, flashing lights and agonizing take over of my body grew minute by minute. Medication was not touching the source, and I knew to succumb to it and laying down would not reduce it, and I had things to do. My day consisted of remaining upbeat for two podcasts as well as follow through on other business related items. I muddled through my day including some housekeeping chores, making serving as well as clean up for dinner. Even after dinner I completed one last home assignment (I make the assignments) and finally curled myself into a fetal position hoping to fall asleep.
Most of the night I slept fitfully waking every 20 to 30 minutes. Upon each awakening, I noticed I was getting little if any relief. Instead of relaxing with each deep breath I worried about the what if’s of my sense of debilitation. When 5 a.m. came upon me, I realized I was feeling more like me. I was wide awake with little no reference to the last 24 plus hours. I almost had to pinch myself to feel some painful discomfort to reassure myself this was not a dream or that I had died and gone to heaven!
This is my life! I have learned to accept what I have the ability to change and to attempt to change what I am told I have no control over. Because we never know what we are capable of and without taking a step in a positive direction we may not find where our strengths lay.
Today is a new day!
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun , here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
It’s all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
It’s all right