Hey, Miss J!

People are funny. Or maybe it’s just me.

Terrible things keep happening, and now all I can do is laugh about it.

Today, I suffered from being so “hyper” active yesterday. I slept very little, then struggled to get out of bed. One of my friends told me that was caused by the fibromyalgia – noting that I couldn’t just run and run and run and barely sleep with that condition.

I told her that I’ve had years of feeling like utter dreck when I woke and moved throughout my day…

I assumed it was all laziness. I assumed I was out of shape.

Since I was struggling to catch my breath from just climbing the stairs to get to my laptop, all I can point to is the fibromyalgia.

I get extremely aggravated when I think about it. My friend told me that she would rather deal with the problems that her body is facing. I asked her this.

“Oh, you mean rather than being in a body under the age of 40 but feeling half the time like you’re 70?”

She agreed.

I also nearly fell again today. This time, I was trying to get back to my bedroom after a bathroom run. I actually felt myself pitching backwards. Thank goodness I have bannisters where I do. Even with my crocs on, I had to maneuver around the house for a bit with my cane. I also take advantage of my “sloth arms” – as noted by a former coworker – and stretch out to grab at doorframes and walls.

A big problem is that the staircase leading to the main level is right outside my bedroom door. I’m constantly in peril just being alive in this house now.

I told her that I wish I could rebuild my house like I’ve done in Sims 4 games. You just tear up the old staircases or put doors between walls and the stairs.

Like me? I would have the whole upper level have a wall with doors for the linen closet, the bathroom and the bedrooms. Outside the bedroom, there would also be a door that led to a short hallway that led to the stairs.

THAT would be wonderful!

Unfortunately, I don’t live in video games, but oh if I could just do that…

I think a lot about what it would be like to build my own home from the foundations. To know that I picked and chose everything, from the type of wood – to the weather covering (for outside) – to the roof… then the floors inside, the stairs and wall decorations.

I dream sometimes of what it would be like to have a home that held items I’d either sculpted or built inside it.

I know I would have a mixture of marble, cedar and oak wood in my home.

I managed to get a note outside tonight for the mail carrier. To ask her to please close my gate because I am disabled. She listened today.

That made me happy.

Now, I have energy from a nap so let’s see what can be done.

I don’t want to shelve “Perspectives”, so we’ll see how things go. If I can clear up a lot of floor downstairs, I’ll be in the mood to pen it tonight.

One of my friends is really sick and thinks she has pneumonia. I need to physically work through that tonight. I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.

~J. Lyst