I’m really sick so I probably won’t be up to par for at least a few days. Here are the details if anyone cares. Unlucky me, right?
For the longest time, I mean actual years, I didn’t even know I had fibro. I had all the symptoms, all the time, though. The problem was that I kept getting shuffled from doctor to doctor being told that it was in my head or fibro isn’t a real thing or that I was just depressed…you name it.
I’ve read is that life is what you make of it. Live each day to its best. If you are unhappy it’s because you aren’t grabbing the bull by the horns and enjoying life. That you are in charge of your destiny and all that nonsense. Except, none of that is true.
One of my cats got surgery and now both of them have to live in separate rooms while I take shifts with each. This is why I haven’t been updating as much.
The sign on his cage at the shelter said, “Hi, I’m Wilson. I’m a lap cat. Wherever you go I want to be.” On the way home from the shelter he fell asleep on my lap. That was the beginning of a very close relationship.
Obsessive compulsive disorder isn’t just the rituals and physical behavior, it’s the thoughts. There is even something called “Pure O” OCD where all you do is think obsessively. Not everything you see on TV is right.
I have questioned many times how much I am living and how much I am just alive. I fear that, because it won’t happen for me (and I’m pretty much certain of it at this point) that I may be alive for a very long time but I will never know what it’s like to live.