Nyquil, possibly copyrighted, gives me a nasty hangover. Kinda like dayquil does. Basically, the quil family of meds is not my friend.
A flare is when my fibromyalgia pain is bad instead of manageable. Several things can set off a flare including stress, going overboard on physical activities or getting sick. I had a bad flare Saturday, in addition to my cold with chest pain. Yesterday I was doing ok pain wise, but last night it got bad again.
I’m sick…in bed, drugged up sick. At least I was most of the day. Right now I’m sitting on couch, sucking on a cough drop, sick.
And I’m taking my kids down with me.
Today was cleaning day. Basic reset day, get everything clean and straighten up to then mess it up over the next week.
I’m going to post random thoughts today as my official “post for the day.”
The first thought is really more of a story…
There was a extremely helpful cashier at the checkout yesterday. Most people would think he’s just friendly…so why was I becoming slightly worried he was a unbalanced?
It was the self checkout and he was the cashier in charge (overseer of the registers). I dropped my large jug of Hawaiian punch (purchased mainly so Matt could make corny jokes.) The cashier grabbed it off the floor before I could and asked if I wanted to swap it out with a new one. The jug was intact and even if it wasn’t I had been the one to drop it so I said no. “Are you sure?” I assured him it wasn’t a big deal that it was shook up, he assured me it was no trouble to swap. Back and forth. Forth and back.
I won and left the store with my shaken punch. He slightly dejected…for some reason. Hence my concern, what if my refusal to swap is the final event that drives him over the edge?
I miss posting yesterday and didn’t realize until this morning.
I peeked at my FaceBook feed yesterday evening and saw a link to this article: Stop belittling beginner photographers. This article related how a professional photographer (David Duchemin) called out pro photographers who belittle those who new to photography. It annoys some photographers that people buy a nice camera and suddenly call themselves photographers.
I’m not a professional photographer, probably years away from being one if I even wanted to be. I love photography, and being able to capture what I see and share it has gotten easier with advancements in technology. I’m grateful.
I already wrote a post today for my challenge, on teaching the kids tennis. It was really boring, so I took it down. Not that this post will be much better, but, eh, what can you do?
Second day of the challenge to write a post every day and I’m already cheating. How am I cheating?
This is all I’m posting.
On a whim I decided to challenge myself to write something, anything, everyday. I decided I should blog instead of writing privately because, honestly, who keeps things private anymore.
We are obligated to share our intermost thoughts. Not really. What I’ve noticed people share their superficial thoughts, the ones that are meant to make one laugh or react. I shouldn’t imply that every blogger does that, but some just reinvent the wheel in the fact that points they make and the stories they share have been expressed before. They stay on safe topics, not revealing anything outside of acceptable.
You can read someone’s blog weekly for years and still not know them.