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Pill Popping and Shopping… A Somewhat Related Find

I found this today, while doing some Christmas shopping at my beloved Blue Ribbon General Store.  Even though I hate giving up my gift-giving secrets, I thought I would share, as it is somehwhat related to my most-recent post.

Medicine Kit

It’s a mini medicine cabinet, stocked to cover all situations.  From headaches, to sleeplessness and paper cuts… with this little gem you’ll be good to go.

My love to all.  And please, be smart.

Image via Blue Ribbon General Store

Fibromyalgia and Deferred Maintenance

I feel like a car… An aging, rusting, whining automobile. My body is beginning to behave like my husband’s car (he’s a sweetie who feels strongly that I must always drive the most reliable vehicle). I can coast alright, even increase speed, but when I brake I struggle to get back up to speed. Instead I sputter and misfire and get overwhelmed. Forget my husband’s car… I feel like my first car.

It was a 1965 Ford Mustang and I adored it. It had been in the family since 1972 and it was (still is) one of the best tangible gifts I’d ever received. But it taught me patience. The way a whiny, attention-seeking toddler teaches you patience. It fussed in the cold, even going so far as shutting down in the middle of multiple intersections just to get attention. It threw tantrums in public and often left me embarrassed and forced to deal with a situation I’d much rather avoid. But the car taught me to buck up, turn the engine over, and drive through that intersection… no matter who had seen my unfortunate incident.

LA Car

LA Car

Like my life with fibromyalgia, my life with “LA car,” my beloved Mustang, taught me to cope with whatever came my way. And, eventually it taught me to practice preventative maintenance. My parents helped me set up a schedule for routine maintenance, taught me how to drive in a manner that would minimize the likelihood of the engine giving up, and provided me with the tools I would need to remain safe even if the car did call it quits.  So, here I am… in my own preventative maintenance program.

First step: Rehab my home life, not just my professional life.

I will keep you posted.

How I Aged 60 Years in One Day

Shortly after Daniel and I got married I found a wonderful chair for him at DI. It was a bit ugly and Daniel wondered why I was bent on purchasing it, but he was easy to convince since it was only $15. Once we got the chair home he was quick to admit it was a great find. He uses the chair daily and I love the look.

Since then I have wanted my own old chair. The sort that is so homely it’s perfect. Today, that desire aged me at least 60 years.

Today I pondered purchasing a recliner.  Actually, today I obsessed over purchasing a recliner.

I shopped online. I read reviews. I looked at pictures. And I found my favorite.  A used, “elegantly shabby retro orange recliner” for sale by BryBear68 on eBay.


I was heartbroken to realize this gem is available for pickup only, in Wylie, TX.

My sadness motivated me to create my own “recliner.”  Since my biggest motivation to get a recliner is to make keeping my feet elevated convenient and consistent (to relieve some of the pain in my legs) it was not a difficult task. I simply pulled a papasan up to our leather couch and rested my feet in the seat and it is working perfectly.