It is the day after Labor Day and my favorite time of year. Like the leaves on the trees, I feel the season changing. A new housemate, new test results, and a new air-rave box, I feel the solitary days of laying in bed are coming to an end.
I have missed blogging. I've missed the sharing of blogging that journal writing doesn't provide and have realized when I couldn't bring myself to cancel this blog that I need this. With school out, I need it even more as I'm still praying to God about His next step for me.
I've spent a lot of time alone this summer, a lot of time with God as my body has gone on hiatus from the abuse I've put it through over the last couple of years. I've spent days in bed with weakness, fatigue, and pain being my constant companions. No amount of eating raw has helped and as always, blood work and other tests I've been sent to do have come back negative (until recently). The rheumatologist trying to fix me with meds and more meds, I stopped seeing her and went back to my PCP and am now on almost half the meds I was on a month or two ago. I've also reached out to others for prayer and help and spent a lot of time reading the Word of God and journaling my thoughts and prayers to Him.
Am I healed? Not yet, but I feel more focused and less pained. I'm still fatigued, but not as weak. I have a new housemate. Her rent is free so long as she does the housekeeping for me and this is an answer to many months of prayer. She is a blessing to me and in return, I'm able to be a blessing to her.
She moved in yesterday and Zeus doesn't know what to think. Yes, Readers (if there are any of you left after my hiatus), I know the biggest question your inquiring minds have is wondering how Zeus has been these months. Let's face it, he's a celebrity! :0)
With so many aunties that come to Pittsburgh to visit us, he does not know her. He knows Auntie Pam and Auntie Deb, he knows Auntie Dijah, he knows Auntie Des who will be staying with us later this month from Seattle, and of course, Auntie Jane, Auntie Leslie, Auntie Kelly, Aunt P... the list goes on and on, but he doesn't know her and mom didn't run around like a crackhead scrubbing the house down like normal when we have guests so he's a little confused. Too afraid to go to sleep because he might miss something, he sat dozing by the bedroom door instead of sleeping in his basket-bed.
I'm a little confused, too, as I keep wanting to run around and clean up after everyone. That Sicilian in me that sets the alarm off in my brain, "We have a guest!" I had to stop myself from doing dishes this morning and praise God she was leaving as I got up because I really wanted to feed her breakfast... And even though I didn't scrub the house down, I did overdo it cleaning before she arrived... and, well, cleaning most of the weekend. I mean, I had to scrub the toilets and you would've, too. I couldn't let her move in with them dirty. And I had to wash towels and blankets, change the sheets in the spare room, clean out the fridge... there are just some habits that never go away. I pulled something or activated something and my back hurt so bad yesterday I had to pop muscle relaxers and pull out the lumbar machine again. I hope I can get through a day of work before dying of pain. As long as I sit at my desk without moving, I think I'll be okay.
Anyway, I think I'm back blogging, at least for now.
