Future: A Spoonie’s :Lament






For some reason I thought that this weeks Photo Challenge was the Daily Prompt, and without properly looking at it I went ahead and wrote…. so

I always feel like my future is uncertain…Only because I can’t plant too far in advance.

All of the things that I planned for my future when I was younger never happened, I always felt like I got really close; then everything fell apart and I was never really able to get back on track,

So naturally I began again, and devised a new plan for my future; setting sail with a positive outlook, because now I’m sure that this time I’m going to be successful, no one has that much bad luck.. HA! Future plans foiled again!!

Now I’m in this weird limbo, future unclear, wanting to plan but knowing what happens when I do.

I’m frustrated because I feel so behind when it comes to my peers, it’s hard to plan for a future when I can barely plan activities 2-3 days ahead of time; because I know that any second, any moment by body will decide that it can’t and it won’t get out of bed.

I’m frustrated because (Being A Spoonie Means) :

  • Canceling plans on short notice because I suddenly don’t feel well or my energy is completely depleted
  • Always having a constant level of pain and “dealing with it” (my transplant protocol dictates that I can only have 1 gram of Tylenol a day and no Ibuprofen at all)
  • Deciding whether to be in pain or drugged out on narcotics
  • People always thinking I’m faking
  • Feeling “trapped” in your own body and not being able to do anything about it
  • Realizing that one one will ever “get it”
  • People confusing my physical illness with depression
  • Dealing with people and their expertise. I swear if I hear about another herbal remedy, so fantastic new yoga move, or meditation technique I’m gonna lose it.
  • Feeling like “this is it”. It will never get better and there is a high possibility that it will get worst. This is what my future looks like. So I should probably get used to it.

And because of this my future is an hour from now, then an hour after that. At this point in my life that’s really all I can look forward to..


* The Photo used is actually a sticker created by SpoonieStickers on redbubble… great stuff, go check it out.


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Two weeks is a long time to be “radio silent” but unfortunately I was in apparently I have (its getting much better) a pinched never and it was extremely painful. My back and neck where in immense pain and my arms and legs were numb 80% of the time. Sitting up and holding my head up felt like it was too much, so I spent the majority of the time in bed, and drugged out of my mind. When I was awake I knitted, and while I was knitting I was either super pissy or on the verge of tears. Two weeks is too long to be awake from my blog and even though I’m not 100% I’m back!  So let’s get started with this prompt for today!

Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.(Nerve)



So I guess this will be a continuation of what I was writing about before… something that I realized while dealing with this pinched nerve is that I have a higher pain tolerance than what people expect, guess that’s what happens when you are chronically ill person who experiences what I call a low buzz of pain on the  daily basis, it’s really got to be something for me to be considered “in pain”. Nerves are a funny thing, the real ones and the imaginary ones too, cause while the ones in my body where going haywire, my “imaginary nerves were going bonkers are well… cause everyone was getting on them..

My cat got on my last nerves, she wanted to lay on me, which I know she was probably trying to be comforting, but she only made me hurt more, and because I couldn’t ‘t get comfortable, even high as a kite on pain meds I would be up all night tossing and turning, while she’s laying in the middle of my bed, belly up to the sky, knocked out like it was the best sleep ever. My brother got on my nerves, because just when I would fall asleep, it would be the time that he would turn his anime up loud and it would wake me up…..

One thing I did learn the past two weeks, pain makes you humble. As I laid in my bed and thought about all the things I couldn’t do I realized that the my brother and my cat.. they annoyed the hell out of me, but they were there, My brother would run to my room when I was crying because I needed to get out of bed to pee, and my cat escorted me to the bathroom each and every time, waited for me, walked me back to my bed, then waited until I was settled to lay next to me.

So my take away for the past two weeks is NERVES, real or imaginary will get you every time.


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Just Another Day




Writing Prompt: Our days our organized around numerous small actions we repeat over and over. What’s your favorite daily ritual?





Everything in my life except for doctors appointments are based on how I feel that day. On a day like today, where I have very few spoons, I woke up exhausted, and I stayed in bed all day long. I did get up this morning to feed my cat, and shift her cat liter and take it to the trash…. that seemed like it took whatever reserve energy I had. And it’s frustrating because it was a relatively nice day out (for a Chicago winter day)  and I would have liked to have gone out and walked… but the idea of even walking the way I feel would more than likely end up with my calling my brother to help me home.

Now every night before I go to bed I have a “schedule of the things that I want to do… for example when I went to bed last night… I had my meals all planned, I was gonna go workout… come home, do some journaling, maybe catch up on some Dramas on Hulu… get ready for my procedure tomorrow.. I good solid plan, that would have kept me busy all day…. so far I’ve done…. the journaling…. I haven’t eaten  anything except for a ton of water (no appetite), I need to get myself together for my procedure tomorrow and hope that I’ll be able to function afterwards…

So the plan is to go to bed early tonight, I have a new plan…hopefully I’ll have enough spoons to get through.

  1. Feed The cat
  2. Clean the Liter Box
  3. Go to the Doctor/Procedure
  4. Lunch
  5. Regional Science Fair to Support my cousin
  6. Pick up Mom from work
  7. Family Dinner
  8. Write of Tomorrow’s Blog Post
  9. Sleep

Then of course there is the backup plan if things are really bad

  1. Feed The cat
  2. Clean the Liter Box
  3. Go to the Doctor/Procedure
  4. Go home and Sleep

I swear it seems like every single day is an adventure (one that I honestly don’t want to take) …. I wish I had a typical day … it would make my life so much easier. But everyday I decide to have a full day… and somedays I have them,I accomplish everything on my list, I go outside, get dressed, and am social with other people….I look forward to those days….


Until Next Time,

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Stroke of Midnight



Writing Prompt: Where were you last night at midnight? Would you have wanted to be somewhere else?






Last night at midnight I was turning off my lights, and tapping my Fitbit to measure my sleep, nothing special…. and pretty much the usual for me. Would I have wanted to be some place else? Sure, we are experiencing bitter cold here in Chicago (not unusual for this time of the year….) but some place warmer, some place like Hawaii would be nice….but at this moment in my life, things are good, things are stable and I’m content, so even if it is cold, and I’m going to bed a little bit later than I normally do, and I didn’t have a good food week…. I’m happy were I am.

I always tell people that you can count on my to either; go to the bathroom several times in an hours (you can thank the wonderful water pill for that) and I’ll always find something to complain about.. this year I’m working on that. Last year, I wa thrown a LOT of curve balls, and I’m not really happy with the way that I handled myself. I need to take the advice of those around me and not to sweat the small stuff. I can’t stress about things I can’t do anything about I need to learn how to let things roll off my back….but for a control free, who seems to have very little control of the things that I need to (my body, my emotions…. and those around me) it’s hard. The good days should be celebrated, and the bad ones … well we should all hope that they pass as quickly as possible and we leave unscathed.

A year from now at the stroke of midnight, I want to go to bed knowing that I have learned to be content with the now. I don’t have to be super happy every day. but finding that happy medium is what I’m striving for. I want to know that any medical hiccups that I had will only strengthen my resolve to get better and I handled it with as much grace as possible, with as little complaint as possible.

Until Next Time ,

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Plead the Fifth



Writing Prompt: What question do you hate to be asked? Why?



The question that I hate the most is , “How are you feeling?” It’s been a long time since I’ve felt normal, and on a good day my only issue is a small amount of pain and fatigue and on the bad days…. well it’s bad. But every day someone will ask me , “How are you feeling/doing?” And most days I want to say, “Awful”, “I’m hurting”, “I don’t feel good”, “I just want to go home and stay in bed”but what I end up saying is , “I’m okay”…. and 90% of the time it’s not true. Why do I say it it? I don’t want to come off as if I’m complaining, I don’t want to come off as week, and I don’t want to burden others with my “issues” so to make other people (writing this makes me realized how screwed up that it) more comfortable I lie and say that I’m okay.

I think it’s an automatic thing now, I say it so much it because second nature and I say it without thinking. And I know what I’m saying is nothing new… most Spoonies do it …

Until Next Time…

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