Happy Wednesday! This popped up on my newsfeed. credit to #HigherPerspective
Pretty profound, isn’t it?
Happy Wednesday! This popped up on my newsfeed. credit to #HigherPerspective
Pretty profound, isn’t it?
Today I get to wake up sleepy children. I get to go to work. I am allowed another day to do the ordinary. But that, in itself, is extraordinary!
Our adult Sunday School lesson yesterday was about perspective. It was a colorful conversation dotted with laughs and frustrations.
Perspective helped me get thru a rough, cranky day where my children fought and whined continuously- achieving a rare level above and beyond in the disagreeable department. I wasn’t able to find much to be thankful for, but I settled on the fact that they were all living, breathing creatures. Sometimes that’s all you’ve got. Just tuck it in your heart and run with it.
Perspective encouraged me as I was unclogging the pipe under the dishwasher. I am thankful for the water that flows freely. I am fortunate to have this dishwasher and the mental and physical ability to do DIY minor plumbing projects. The plumbing issues can stop at any time now…
Today I get to take on a new week. I’m going to take the ordinary and appreciate it as extraordinary.
Delta Seat 21A Key West to Atlanta- you. Yes you. This morning we all boarded a flight from Key West to Atlanta at approximately 11:30am.
I know leaving somewhere that the air is warm and soft, drinks and merriment flow freely, and the potpourri of languages is like music- it’s difficult.
But not so difficult you had to be passive aggressively rude to the young mom traveling with her 3 & 2 yr old girls. I heard you two rows back when the obviously tired 2yr old fussed.
“I can’t believe we have to listen to this shit on our way home.” That’s exactly what you said to the woman on your right, never looking back at your intended target. That woman must be used to your selfish choices. She calmly put a pink and white earbud in your ear.
I saw the young mom glance up at you as she tried to calm her little. She stayed calm and remained full of grace.
That young mom worked her tail off all the way to Atlanta keeping those girls quiet and happy. My husband and I peeked and smiled at them. I handed her phone back up when it hit the floor. Another passenger talked calmly and reassuringly to the 3yr old when the mom had to take the toddler to the bathroom.
It seems that everyone in the two rows around the young mom was happy to help. Everyone but you.
As we landed in Atlanta, we talked with her and the 3yr old. My daughter likes Barbies just like she does. She’s always losing the shoes too.
My husband offered to carry her carry-on bag. The tired 2 year old had finally cashed it in as we taxied to our gate. She now had to maneuver a sleeping toddler, her three year old, bag and a double stroller to make her connection to Michigan- which was currently boarding in another terminal.
Seat 21A. Would it have been so difficult to be supportive? Or at the very least ignore the noise?
I believe most people are good and kind. I hope that the patience and smiles of the rest of us outweighed you, Seat 21A. I pity you for your sour outlook. I pray for you that you are so smothered in other people’s graciousness that your selfish heart is cracked. Hopefully, the next time you have a chance to show grace and patience, you will.
This one is for you Delta Seat 21A.
If you follow my musings, you know we’ve been fully engulfed in influenza A, influenza B, and a touch of stomach flu during January. It’s like January was a germ-filled, Christmas-gathering hangover fog.
I’m welcoming February from my couch as I continue the long slow recovery, but I’d like to be a bit more playful with my post today.
Three things I like:
1) hot vanilla tea
Three things I can live without:
3) instant gratification
Three places I’ve traveled:
1) Hawaii- Oahu & Kuaui
2) Saskatoon, SK, Canada- I have relatives there! It was a family road trip when I was a kid.
3) Sanibel Island, FL
Three places I want to visit:
2) South America
3) Georgia or Alabama- I’ve never been to that part of the South.
Three things I always buy as cheaply as possible- on sale or generic:
1) paper napkins
3) hand soap refills
Three things I splurge on and apparently feel like I have to justify to the world:
1) skin care- R+F, because I was tired of being a 30-something with acne
2) hair care- Monat Volume System, I can’t use the others “systems” because it makes my hair fall out. Most OTC shampoos make my psoriasis flare.
3) hot dogs. It’s just a mental thing. It’s all mechanically separated…
Three games I’ve played the past month:
1) Guess Who
3) Pie Face
Three things I like to read:
1) Articles that explain things I don’t know – i.e. Cryptocurrency, Easter Island stone heads, making diamonds from radioactive materials…
2) the Bible every morning. Lots to learn, ponder, and reflect on in between those covers.
3) Books – I know that is broad, but I have a WIDE array of interests. Historical fiction, Historical Non-fiction, “Better Yourself” type books, some fantasy but can’t get too out there- NO ZOMBIES or creepy stuff.
Three people worth quoting:
1) C. S. Lewis
2) Maya Angelou
3) Laura Ingalls Wilder
I swear… literally… if one more person says anything about “this oil would have prevented the flu” or “flu shot vs non-flu shot” superiority…
Let’s have a bit more tact than that while we are in the throes of the influenza underworld, shall we???
My daughter’s class was missing HALF its students the last two days. That includes my child. My son’s class was down by 1/3. One of our local pharmacies had to close due to them all being ill!
Essential oils, fancy foods, vitamins and choice to get or not the flu shot- all great preventative things. However, when a sick child goes to school and coughs, breathes and shares the virus, I’m not convinced anything will protect your student or you. I can tell you that a cough-driven saliva shot straight to the eye has 100% chance of blooming into an ugly illness.
The moral of this story is: parents please keep your sick child home. Please. If you send them to school sick, they perpetuate the illness and will be sent home via the nurse shortly anyway. For the love and health of your babies and mine, please keep them home!
With love from the trenches with my new best flu-induced friend- an inhaler– Jen
**hopefully we are close to healthy and I’ll be able to write about other happier things soon!**
Well now… hasn’t this been quite the week?
Last Sunday my husband and I sat down to discuss the upcoming week’s schedule. We usually do this in passing or in the car- not a designated moment. I think it was foreshadowing.
Monday my 5yr old and I took a “girl’s road trip” to see the Ear Nose Throat specialist. The roads after that morning’s winter storm were less than stellar for our 130mile drive there but we made it safely. We were graced with the vocals of Kelsea Ballerini ON REPEAT for the duration of our drive. She received the CD for Christmas.
Long story short, baby girl will lose those nasty tonsils and adenoids at the beginning of February. No more tonsillitis, strep, sleep apnea or chainsaw snoring. Pray for us. Anxious Mom.
Tuesday was a fantastic normal day. Kids at school. Full day of work.
Wednesday my mother finally decided to visit the clinic. Influenza knocked my dad down for 12 days after the New Year. Then my mother caught it. Both have previously had pneumonia and tend to stretch it out a little too long at home without medical care- honest opinion of their three daughters.
I was already in town running errands for work so I strategically placed myself at the grocery store at the same time I knew she’d be there before her dr appointment down the street. “Strategically” meaning that my younger sister and I discussed who was going to drag her to the hospital if she was- in fact- at that point again. Fortunately, no pneumonia but yes she did need medical support- steroids, codeine, and antibiotics for the secondary developments that can come following influenza.
Thursday it was my turn for the ENT then to rush back for work. My sisters call me a unicorn because similarly with my MS diagnosis, my body is strange. If it is a normal side effect, I won’t have it. What risk factors? Never have any of them. Strap on that horn because the specialist confirmed a small amount of hearing loss- likely nerve damage- and very unusual in an otherwise completely healthy stable 35yr old. Neigh….
Apparently on Thursday I must have touched something unsavory because Friday was one of those absolutely horrid days- yes, stomach flu. The kind where you are sure your intestines are trying to expose themselves. Exorcist style. The most comfortable places in the world are all on the floor- cold bathroom floor or shower floor- always fetal position.
Meanwhile, work was nuts and my husband was a solo act in the office. My father-in-law took the kids because there was no school. He was flipping out because my 7 yr old was sick and coughing, also making him projectile multiple times. Bless him- he had just read about all the people going septic and dying from the flu- cue the freaking out. And all I could do was lay flat on my back and point towards where we keep the cough medicine for him.
Excuse the language, but it was a literal sh*t show.
The beauty of Saturday was proof that after the storm comes the rainbow. Warm temperatures, sunny skies and no wind. I kept fluids down. My son is improving. Windows were open to air the funk out.
I’m not sure I’m ready to be thankful for days like Friday even though it definitely helped put the joy of every single day that isn’t like that into perspective. I’m also not sure I’ll ever eat fried pickles again…
Happy Sunday! Hoping you and your’s enjoy health today!
“I am thankful for MS because ___________.”
This was a prompt on a MS focused social media feed I follow. It took me a moment to hone in my feelings on this open ended statement.
Before answering, I scrolled down through the many responses. They ranged from angry and bitter to grateful and inspiring. To each his/ her own on personal feelings, this chronic condition is as unique to the individual as freckles on a face.
My post was short. It has given me “perspective.” On both good days and rough, foggy brained and clear, fatigued and energetic, this condition has given me a different perspective on how to approach life in general.
Three years ago, I was going strong (albeit with a numbed right arm). I was training for my first half marathon, signing up before my diagnosis. I was pushing hard. Full of determination and pride for what I was working towards. Pride is so hollow.
The diagnosis was devastating to my family. Honestly, after researching my odd-ball symptoms, I was pretty sure that was what we were going to hear.
Fast forward three and a half years…. we’ve juggled and jumped the paperwork and financial hoops (doctors, insurance, medications). Adjusting accordingly to temperatures and fatigue levels is a daily occurrence. I’ve ran three half marathons and approximately 1300 miles. Some days are easy. Some days drag.
Perspective: My husband and kids get my energy and effort first. It’s ok to say no. My Best Yes might be to say no to outside activities, social gatherings, or work projects. What I choose to say “yes” to is done with more thought.
Perspective: It is more important than ever to make sweet lemonade from life’s lemons. Anger and bitterness multiply if I let it in. And let’s be honest, it doesn’t fix anything.
Perspective: Compassion, a listening ear, and empathy are three of the greatest tools. I don’t know what’s going on with other people, but I can guarantee that listening without preconceived judgement goes a long way. Not assuming that I know how someone feels or what they are capable of has been a humbling lesson to learn with MS.
Perspective: mobility- can you run? Can you walk? Can you use both hands? Can you feel with all your fingers? Don’t take it for granted.
Perspective: Humility. I am breakable. I am broken. I thank God for what I’ve learned, who I am, and what He is using me for.
Perspective: the gift of time.
I’m thankful for each and every day- good, bad, apathetic or productive.
MS is not a gift I’d wish for anyone, but the perspective it’s given me is.
Much love this Christmas season– Jen