I've been having more problems with this site than with anything else I've done! Now I have two sites. Have to figure out how to get rid of one of them. I'm typing and I'm hoping my settings will take care of the type I've chosen and everything else on my list. In short, my mind is frazzled and I'm supposed to be computer literate! There is no one to call either! Maybe I'll change carriers. Ask my 11 year old friend who she uses. Has to be a better way. I mean, I can't even log on properly. I've bookmarked it in my favorites have a card with all the info right at hand and I still have problems! Help someone, anyone!
OK....I was going to get new canvases for a series of paintings I want to do. It's early enough so if I can calm down enough, I'll walk over...doesn't look too hot. I told you....aging if for the birds! My poor daughter can't even access the site, I'm trying everything to get it to her. Most people have logged on and I thank you for our feedback on my e mail address. Who knows if any comments will even come up on the site. Shush Natasha.....it'll get better. Have to keep telling myself that or I'll explode.
Getting back to how much fun it can be to look into the future, I had dinner with my son and had a good chuckle over the wheel chair. It was the first time in a while that we really spoke about the future and how I see myself at this point in time. "We're not walking all over San Francisco," he said! The places we can go to and the public transportation we can use eliminates the use of the wheel chair...that big fat warning light in the corner of the room. Keep fighting, I tell myself. My son was on target, we will go one day at a time. The only concession we made was that I must be told if I become too hyper or am stupid enough to be so stubborn to the point of hurting myself. Me, hurt myself! Don't be ridiculous, I'll fall on my face unconscious before that. Hey, I can wear pain patches to ease the cramping in the calves due to neuropathy.
Now that's a fancy word. Took some time to pronounce it properly and about 2 seconds to hate it! Do nerves wear out? Do they sigh with each movement wishing they could sleep more? Do they complain to one another? Do they tell the spinal disks to move just a bit so I feel a jolt of pain? Is that how my body gets even when I think I'm 20. Revenge....they make me feel like I'm 120! Know what they are? Thin little strands going to every part of your body. They send messages.....Guess I'm not getting them loud and clear, maybe there's a special hearing aid for that. Everyone I know has back problems due to stenosis or osteoporosis. See...I know these fancy words. Osteo, means bone. In short, as you age, your spinal column ages with you. You don't see it, but you sure feel it complain. A lot of back surgery in my group of friends. Knee surgery too. My cousin was 83 when she had both knees taken care of. Me? Never. I was on Prednisone and it ate away at my hip joints. That was enough. I'm a bionic woman who sets off alarms at the airport!
Maybe I'll add to this later, if I can find myself again.. I'm off to the art store, have to use up all this excess energy. Sure hope my daughter can find her way here.
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