Replacing the much lamented 'On My Mind' profile option, this thread is for musings, jottings, whimsies, preoccupations and the rest of the thesaurus for anyone to jot down anything they please.
I can't remember what the maximum character count was before, can anyone else? But anyway it wasn't very many so let's keep to that.
Sorry for the loss of your grandmother .
I’m so sorry for your loss. Wishing you peace as you grieve.
May The Lord give you grieving mercies, strength and comfort during this difficult time.
96 is a long life indeed but a hip # in that age group can fatal.
May she rest in peace.
She was 96. She was able to live a long life despite dealing with alzheimer's, dementia, and diabetes during the autumn and winter of her life. It wouldn't surprise me if she goes down as the resident who lived at her NH the longest amount of time. Next month would've marked 13 years since she was admitted.
I lived to see 3 of 4 grandparents and my last remaining grandparent is gone. She was the last surviving relative of mine born during the 20s and when it comes to elders from both sides, I'm now down to a great-uncle from my dad's side of the family. He recently turned 90.
Pray for me and my mom.
So I've made a lot of progress, but trying to amp it up.
My recommend is for PT consult because boy did that every help me. The exercises are EASY and can be done in 15 minutes and really helped. I was actually getting muscles in the cervical area, shoulder, underarm, scapula and even some nerve pain all playing together at it's worst. It has improve my posture a lot and at 81, likely due to the luck of the genes, I am acutally the same 5'71/2" I was as a young woman. BUT IT HAS TAKEN WORK. (hee hee).
I'm rather small body ,with a rather large chest. So I have posture issues.
Been working for a while on my posture. Started with orthopedic bras, which are amazing, for me now going to Chiro regularly, a little bit to a masus. My back and spin are a lot straighter.
Now I've been working on keeping my shoulder back. It's become an obsession for me. I'm thinking that it is increasing my tiredness, my core often just feels tired. I think because I'm moving my muscle around?
From what you have said about R, he is a gem!
All these new friends of mine at once, having a hard time keeping track.
I thought I was the only one looking forward to snow to make my husband happy. Now I have someone I can complain to if we don't get snow. Every one looks at me when I complain like I have 2 heads. 😆
Mine is a great guy too. Like yours R (aged 73) loves shovelling snow. He'd shovel right after work or even after driving up from E'ton (5+ hr drive) he'd shovel the driveway before coming in.
send - I know the fibro pain is a b***h. I take Tylenol daily and dextromethorphan (Robutussin) and other stuff. Turmeric is good too. I've recently increased the Robutussin as a result of an article stressing that the brain inflammation causes the pain, and in turn is caused by the overactive immune cells. I am noticing a positive difference. Hope you feel better soon.
need - glad you are wearing sunscreen and a hat. R has to watch as he is prone to skin cancers. Fortunately i never took to sun bathing as I don't tan well - mostly burn.
When your young you have looks, when your older you have knowledge. Wouldn't it be nice if they could figure out how to have both at the same time. 😆
Now, I think being 30 is so young!
You’re absolutely correct. I hated when my elderly neighbor told me that I was going to have wrinkles from the sun because she saw me sun tanning in my bikini.
We never think about getting older or any consequences for anything when we are young!
I told her that I didn’t care if I had wrinkles when I get old and that I wanted a tan.
Well, I wasn’t so smart because I didn’t use sunscreen and not too long ago the dermatologist removed a spot that tested positive for cancer cells.
Now, I wear sunscreen and a hat!
Recently I was at a dinner and I heard these 2 young teenagers laughing at a very older woman sitting in the corner with her daughter. All I was thinking was that will be you someday. After I wished I said something, but at the time what ever I said wouldn't of came out right.
We don't realize that we all get there when we are young.
Golden, that's a great story! You got a good guy!
You married a sweetheart!
Many years ago, back in the days when cars had hubcaps, two of my hubcaps went flying off of my mini van. I was going shopping for my young daughters.
This young man saw it and ran across three lanes to retrieve them.
This guy looked like a gazelle running out in traffic for my hubcaps! I was in awe of him.
It was pouring down raining and he took the time to put them back on.
When he finished, I took money out of my purse and told him, ‘Thanks so much. Please buy a nice dinner for yourself.’
He said, “Honey, your smile is all of the thanks that I need. My wife is out shopping. She left cold cuts for me to make a sandwich.” He was a sweetheart like your husband!
Love the flat tire story, so funny !!
When my hubs was in his last year of college he was able to stack all his classes on Mon, Wed , Fridays. He worked as a bank teller Tues, Thurs, Saturdays .
One day hubs came in late to work , dirty and wet from changing an old man’s tire in the rain . Hubs had recognized the old man as a customer who came to the bank every Friday wearing a suit ( even though he was retired ) and he would talk to the bank manager .
The bank manager yelled at DH for being late , would not let hubs explain just sent him to the drive up window .
Alittle while later the old man came in and told the bank manager how the new young male teller helped him. After that the bank manager was thrilled . Apparently the old man was filthy rich with alot of money in that bank .
Another time DH was late getting back from his lunch break , he stopped to change a pregnant woman’s tire . The bank manager told him he should keep an extra change of clothes in his car if he’s going to keep doing this . The woman was also a customer at the bank and she would come to my hubs drive up window every week . The woman’s husband and his family owned multiple kitchen appliance/ TV stores on our island . The woman’s husband came into the bank and gave my hubs our first VCR free for changing his wife’s flat !!
I hope that you feel better soon.
It's still pain and it's still physical, the brain is part of the body. So how are mental issues not physical.
That always annoys me. Even dementia effects everything, smell , balance, bladder control, that's physical not just mental health
It is nice to see.
I have to say that when I was younger, I was like everyone else who was always in a huge hurry, busy with my own life.
After seeing my mom decline, I started slowing down and opening doors for older people and allowing them to enter before I did.
One time, an old man said to me, “Thank you so much. Those doors are so heavy for me to open. God bless you for opening it up for me.” I smiled and said, ‘God bless you too.’
I hate to admit it, but when I was younger I was a very fast walker and didn’t notice everything around me. I walked right past slow people.
This may not be true for everyone with fibromyalgia, but the very painful areas that hurt so very much if even touched-or it's just there hurting if you don't touch it--
If you can endure a touch of massage or the pain of pressure for a moment, the pain gets better after that without pain meds. It doesn't make sense, but we can work thru the pain. It may not always work when everything hurts at once.
And helping one area still leaves the whole body pain.
Yeah, sometimes "just don't touch me" is all you can do.
I am going to go take some liquid Tumeric now for the pain.
Yesterday in my town I saw an older man walking with a cane, that I've never seen before. He looked like he was having a hard time, but he didn't look lost, I was just going to follow him and maybe strike up a conversation and someone else pulled up to him asked him if he was ok. I just watched from the distance and he lived around the corner, she took him home. It's so nice to see people do good deeds in this world!!
When her kids where young I would watch her, and she would constantly tell them to stop touching her because it hurt. A touch from your child never hurts a mother unless it's real.
My brother is deep into a religion that I don't agree with. That's a long story too. His son was suffering badly with anorexia. He wouldn't believe me. I told my brother, ok thanks giving day, when you walk in to moms, he is going to be sick. And if what I say is true and he instantly gets sick he has an eating disorder! Well guess what, he got sick and they had to leave. But my brother still wouldn't believe me.
So I did so private investigating and found out his moms husband works at a car garage in a town, in Vermont, called all the garages until I found him. Was just about to call asp when she called me back. They where very greatfull and took him in, and got him help. He is doing ok now. He was 21 and there was little I could do.
And my brother thought prayers would cure him
Anyways after all that stress I thought I had fibromyalgia. I hurt all over and slept for a few days on and off.
As we were walking towards the restaurant, my brother saw a young woman sitting in her car talking on the cell phone.
He noticed that her front left tire was flat. So, he motioned for her to roll down the window to tell her.
She looks over at him and says. “I have a boyfriend.” He tried again a couple of times. Each time she made a face and said, “I have a boyfriend.”
He told her one more time about the tire, a bit louder, while he pointed at her tire. Suddenly she says, “Oh my gosh, I have a flat! Will you help me change it, please?”
He told her, “Have your boyfriend change it!”
He said to me, “I would have gladly helped her if she wouldn’t have been such a jerk to me when I was only trying to alert her about her flat.”
I wanted to comment on what your bro said about Chronic Fatigue and Fibromyalgia viz "It's all in your head."
When I first had it ,I wondered too. Then one day the escalator in Zellers wasn't working and I had to walk up it to get to the second floor. By the time I (who had walked for miles and miles regularly) did, my legs were like jelly and I was totally convinced it was real.
30 years ago many thought that it was psychological - both professional medical people, psychologists and others. I suspect my oldest son still thinks I can overcome this by mental exercises. I was diagnosed by a doctor who realized what it was and used the guidelines of the time. More and more research has shown many deficits and pathologies in those suffering from it. It's gratifying to me to see the progress that research is making.
Now all we need is a cure or at least better treatment. I would like to see that in my lifetime.