About as bad as a migraine

 I'll go chronologically today.  

Got up, did my God Time with Cleo.  Did laundry.  The washer was a good boy and didn't jump all over.  It has issues.  

I took a nap and had a horrendous nightmare.  I got up.  

I cleaned the kitchen.  It was pretty bad - sick most of last month, then injured.  And let me tell you, it was hideous just doing basic things like wiping a counter.  Very painful.  

I didn't realize how bad until I started on the curry.  I do various things.  I get out my spices, measuring cups, I had the lentils soaking all day.  I used onions, 1 clove garlic (I can get away with that, although too much garlic provokes a migraine), tomato paste, Madras curry powder, 2 kinds of chili powder, some salt, etc.  

I diced up the onions.  The smell "got into me" and set off a migraine.  I put up the vegetables, washed my hands, and laid down for a while with the cat.  I figured I had pretty good odds of vomiting so I got my bucket.  

I laid down with the cat, who laid down on my bad arm, purring.  He's been doing that lately.  I think it's his way of trying to heal me.  I laid there, my arm throbbing (not because of the cat), my head throbbing, and I realized the pain was about the same for both.  

So the arm's as bad as a migraine.  

Saturday morning

 Recently someone was worried I had posted something that had my name on it.  

I have a pest.  I don't think I have high odds of picking up another one.  

That said, I have been listening to this on repeat the last month or so.  

Metal Hymns playlist

Cats are good.  When I had Biscuit I had to be very careful what they ate as the wrong thing could kill him (he died of old age/obesity).  They weren't eating after Biscuit died so I got some wet food to tempt them; they love it and that is a part of the daily routine.  

What's nice for me - with gutter rat rescue cats - they are happy with pretty much any wet food, except Special Kitty "Super Supper".  I am not feeding anything fish based as I have 2 boys.  But "we" are trying all kinds and finding new favorites.  I also have dry food always but they prefer the wet.  

I woke up with a pretty nasty headache that even the Excedrin didn't touch.  It wasn't much fun dishing up that wet food but I had 3 little faces looking up at me, expectantly.  

It's going to rain today but hopefully not on my way to the bus stop.  My arm is throbbing.  I'm going to make it but I think today's going to be a little rough.  

Friday night

 My arm has bothered me a lot today.  Moderately depressed.  

Tired.  

Severe weather coming tomorrow.  That should make for an interesting commute.  

Friday morning

 I'm not typical and I'm OK with that. People I loved used to hold me up to what I call "The normal stick" and I didn't measure up, they would get upset.  

I have neurological differences and I am OK with that.  My boss values me, my coworkers love to hear I'm working, I like going to work, I have a ministry that is job #1 in my life.  I am loved.  

The last couple years ministry has come with accidents that have caused me some damage.  I think a man who loved me would have problems with that but I'm doing whatever it takes to share Jesus.  

And if this 

Means a door opened and someone got the Gospel I can accept that.  It has been awful, the last week and a half, but I look at the big picture.  

I have been doing insane distribution lately which is wonderful.  For instance, yesterday on the bus.  I had one of those cheap reusable tote bags full of yarn for my projects.  It fell over and a ball of yarn rolled out toward the back of the bus, behind me.  I was sitting in a forward facing seat and didn't see it.  

A young woman wearing a work uniform and some facial piercings got up and gave it to me.  I smiled, thanked her, and gave her a bag of candy.  She said thank you and put it in her bag.  

I printed up some photos of the accident.  

These are going to Metro because they need to see what they did to me.  I made a couple copies of each photo.  

God laid it on me I needed to make a bag for the driver who hurt me.  So I included one each of the photos, a New Testament with a  tract, a couple handfuls of candy, a Bible study/Scripture booklet, and a personal handwritten note.  

Side note I always try to put a handwritten note in the bags, letting the recipient know I am praying for them.  I sign it.  

I did something a little different.  I wrote "I forgive you and I am praying for you daily!" and signed it, wrote a couple of Bible verses on forgiveness on it as well, put it in the baggie along with a couple handfuls of "good" candy.   

So, yesterday, going to work I "happened" (Metro knows my routine as my bus card has RFID and is "registered" in my name) to encounter a supervisor.  There is no hiding this arm unless I wear long sleeves and it has been almost 90 degrees every day, I'm not doing that.  

I also feel like I don't need to hide it as I did nothing wrong!  

So he saw the arm and asked about it.  I said "You know what happened".  He said yes he did.  I asked him if he could get the package to the driver.  He wasn't sure until I explained the contents.  

He said he could do that.  I gave the supervisor his own bag as well and went off to catch my bus.  I am sure it is going to be examined by management but that is OK.  

I don't exactly hide my faith, and if I can't forgive people who hurt me I don't deserve to say I follow Jesus.  And, at the end of it, Doc says no permanent damage.  

Since the accident I am averaging over 10 bags a day, that's significant.  And, like I've said, I am 100% down with sharing the Gospel.  If it means this is my gate fee I'll pay it.  I won't like it but I'll pay it.  

The naproxyn and the pain cream have done a decent job.  The best $4 you will ever spend!

That's it for now!  

One week update

 

I mean what I say, I'm down with this if it means the Gospel got shared somewhere I couldn't go otherwise.  

I did have a hard time yesterday going to the doctor - actually going.  I guess PTSD from Ron.  I have PTSD from my marriage, my "haircut" last year, but not from a brutal accident.  

Someone at work said I should amplify my injuries to get more money out of the bus company.  That's not who I am.  I'm not doing that.  

But it was hard to actually get myself to the doctor.  I was OK once I got in there especially when I started handing out my "candy" but just walking in was hard.  

But I loved the NP and would love to see her again, have her as my primary.  She is very practical.  I just like her a lot.  I haven't felt that way about one of my own medical providers in a very long time.  

The very sweet and efficient desk clerk basically told me I had a terrible medical plan and I was on the hook for the first $3K of medical expenses this year.  That's exactly what I expected.  

Today I work 12-9.  I plan to call Ace and get a ride home as I have to work pretty early tomorrow morning.  

The cats are good; I've decided I will talk about them in general terms only and I'm not putting any pictures.  My friend was right: when I put up pictures and talk about them I am making them targets.  

That's it for now.