The first part of this blog is about self-discovery, the second part is about this day...read on if you have some time.
I had an AHA moment when I read Shawn’s post this morning. I was having a particularly difficult day and I still have some issues but when Shawn talked about the reunion and the special bond with other EX’ers, I remembered going to Nashville for last year’s reunion. I remembered the “Old Lady Caravan” that was Skygirl, Youngatheart, and DJ and we drove there together. We met for the first time on our way there but there was no uncomfortable getting to know you time, no need for breaking the ice, so to speak. I felt like I had known these women all of my life and the AHA moment was when I realized this morning that I HAVE, in some ways, known the people on EX all of my life. All of my smoke free life, all of the portion of my life when I learned how to deal with my emotions as an adult without the crutch of smoking. There is no wonder that I felt like I had known them all of my life, I HAVE. Coming to EX is the beginning of a new life…growing one day at a time.
My bad day, at least, had THAT to make me smile. I am in terrible pain today, my shoulder and my back have decided to gang up on me and that does not usually happen, it is usually one or the other. I told a friend just last night that when my pain is really severe in my back or my shoulder or whatever joint is angry…that the severe pain in that one place BLOCKS the other pain. I told her that I am only able to perceive severe pain in one are area at a time. I even told her that it might be a defect in my brain, she envied me because she was in a terrible accident that has left her in constant pain that is not ever controlled. It was odd to feel “lucky” but I did. This morning, I woke up with the pain that was so severe that I cried out when I moved my arm or tried to stand up. I pushed it out of my mind and started laundry and dishes and I was checking and commenting on blogs. I, apparently, took on more than my brain could handle because I walked out of the laundry room and I saw water all over the kitchen floor. A LOT of water, I screamed for my husband to help. He came as fast as he could which is incredibly slow…I thought the cat fountain was overflowing. Nope, Ieft the water running in the sink, the HOT water so I could do those dishes along with the other things I was doing. I have been mopping and screeching with pain for a couple of hours now, carrying soaking wet bath and beach towels, making sure that there isn’t damage to the cupboards or my floor. I feel like an ad for an Alzheimer’s medication. Am I going to smoke over it? Not a CHANCE. This is just another bump in the road, a WET bump. What a MESS. Love you all. If I don’t respond to comments, please forgive me. I am overwhelmed with the work I made for myself.
