Everybody's doing it, right? Well, here I am. I've never thought my life particularly interesting, but I need a place to vent, post observations, or just put down thoughts.
First... the name. Peanut is my nickname, given to me by a great friend as a result of a several day "battle" of Princess Bride quotes via IM at work. Yes,we both had things to do, but it was fun, and a great stress reliever. I can get her convulsed with laughter simply by saying "Anybody want a peanut?". I love that.
Second.... who am I? Well, I'm defined by several things -- I have 3 children, so I'm a mom. I'm a daughter, friend, neighbor, employee, client, ...... bitch. LOL
I was injured at work 17 years ago, and have never been the same since. My life has become defined by pain - what will it be like today? Under control? Off the charts? For those who know the pain scale, I live every day with pain that ranges between 6 and 8, spiking to 9 more times than I can count. Over the past 18 months, it's gotten worse - my life has scaled way down. I'm not as active as I was, and the bad days outnumber the good days. A close friend has said I have a naturally buoyant personality, but I have become despondent as this wears on.
Everything is a battle - getting care, doctors appointments, money. The company I work for would rather waste money on attorneys and hearings then try to find an effective way to either help with me deal with, or reduce/eliminate, my pain. Yeah, this is a company that's won customer service awards. None from me.
So, we'll see how this goes. I hope every post won't be a litany of poor me, that I can find good things to post about, funny things I've observed. Mostly, though, it's a place for me to spew.
Peanut! You're life's interesting to those of us who love you! Your 3rd paragraph reminded me of that song>>>"I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a lover, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint..." LOL, blogging about the bullshit helps get it out. Even if no one else reads it...it's kind of therapeutic.
ReplyDeleteI figure that by the time we're 80, all of our parts will be replaced & we'll look like the Bionic Woman kickin-ass in the nursing home (& turning on all the hotties with our flaming walker tricks ;o)
MWAH...Sonny, true love is the greatest thing, in the world-except for a nice MLT - mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomato is ripe
I'm really glad you've opened this venue for venting and exploring and sharing your world with us.
ReplyDeleteI'm only slightly sorry that my public journal is purely a dream-journal, but you know where to find the good stuff on me, eh?
Catch you in the ether, and strength to you in dealing with the pain. Thanks again for putting together your experiences and collected wisdom on it.
(Like your commenter above, I'm thinking in terms of my old age of taking my zimmer-frame down to the local dojo, throwing a few shapes, getting back to my zimmer-frame, trotting to the local pub and having a beer after with the dojo-mates, who will in all likelihood be the grandchildren of the ones I'm training with now. I can hope, anyway.)