Reflections
This is my personal blog about my friends, family and life in general.
No more cold! Seriously. I live in Texas for a reason, and temperatures below freezing is not one of them. When you think of Texas you think deserts and tumbleweeds. Of course that would be wrong as well, we actually don’t have much in the way of deserts, and I’ve only ever seen a tumbleweed when driving through New Mexico. Still, low temperatures in the upper teens are a little cold for my taste. Of course I sit here and complain, but it does at least give me an excuse to drink lots of coffee (Addicted!) and to curl up beneath the blankets with a good book and a cat in my lap. Washburn to be exact… Kaylee isn’t exactly a lap cat. I’ve managed to read 12 books since Christmas. Am I insane you ask? Why yes… yes I am. Proudly so. Plus, I’ve been told time and time again that a writer should read at least twice as much as they write. It makes sense to me, though that might be partially because I enjoy reading so much! Reading is also my escape. When my pain gets to be too much I escape into a book where I can forget my problems and just enjoy a world that doesn’t include my personal pain. After a recent visit to the Doctors I’m hurting more than I have been, not a real shock there. He did decide to put me on Savella, which is an SNRI drug used to treat the symptoms of Fibromyalgia. I won’t know if it’s going to help at all for a week or two, and that’s only if I can handle the drug. It’s a level C drug, which means that it’s one you have to step up to a full dose and taper off of if you decide to quit taking it. Stopping cold turkey isn’t an option, it can do horrible things to your body which I’d rather avoid. I’ve also been given some other things, including pain meds. Thank God. I don’t use them often, but on a bad day being able to take something can make all the difference. Here’s to hoping that this works to reduce my pain overall. Either way if you want me I’ll likely be curled up in bed with a good book. Currently it’s American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I’ve found that I don’t actually enjoy his writing style very much, but the book is still intriguing, so we’ll see how I like it in the end. À bientôt! I be Dragon. At least for a few hours today. Tabletop roleplaying is something that I do rarely. In fact before this Dragon campaign the only other tabletop game I’d done in the past two or three years was a rather fun and unique (at least to me) Changeling game that a very dear friend of mine ran, unfortunately that one seems to be on indefinite hold, if not completely abandoned. Regardless, today I was a dragon, a beautiful Amethyst dragon named Dewdrop. Yes… Dewdrop. I have to say that when we first started this campaign I was wary. My roleplaying group fractured years ago, and all of us were afraid that it was permanently broken. It took us a long time to be willing to try again, and I know that I’m not the only one who feared that it would not work. I honestly believed that we would devolve into arguments or that the quieter people among us would wallflower and be ignored by the more vocal and outgoing members. I’m happy to say that I have been proven wrong. It’s turned into an epic that will span decades, and it manages to be highly amusing as well, which isn’t a huge surprise considering how many sharp wits make up our group. We only manage to game every four to six weeks or so, but I have to say I’m happy to be doing it again. It’s even giving me ideas for my writing, which can’t be a bad thing. I look forward to saving the world… just remember that Amethyst’s are the true rulers of the world… not those stupid Bronze Dragons. Chronic Pain. It’s not something you think about in your daily life. In fact if you think about it at all it’s probably to roll your eyes at the perfectly healthy looking person who just got out of a car parked in a handicap spot. Perhaps you even get angry as I find myself doing sometimes. Let’s face it. When a twenty four year old gets out of a little mustang and walks into a supermarket without any obvious issues it pisses a lot of people off. Those spaces are supposed to be for someone with serious issues after all. Next time you see one of those people stop and think. I’m just about to turn 29 years old. I’m young and in the prime of my life as far as most of the world population is concerned. However I have chronic pain. I’ll admit that some of it isn’t diagnosed, and some of it has to be due to excess weight, but not all of it. Besides weight I look healthy. Good complexion, straight teeth, bright eyes. I walk just fine most of the time, but it’s all a hoax, a façade that I put on so that the people around me don’t know how much pain I’m really in. Weekends are supposed to be restful… You work all week, some people harder than others of course, and what do we all look forward to? A day off. It doesn’t have to be the weekend if you work retail, but time off is one of the goals we all work towards every day while we slave away over our computers/stoves/desks… you get the idea. Even the stay at home mom or dad looks forward to not being the only one home with the kids during the weekend. Given that, you would assume that the logical thing to do would be to do something relaxing. Right *snorts* where have you been? Did you actually think that logic had anything to do with the average American’s weekend plans? It’s a rare weekend that finds me sitting around the house doing something that could even remotely be called relaxing. This weekend was a case in point. Saturday was reserved for the family, which included almost three hours roundtrip… don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t have changed my plans if I could, I love my family. Even if they are annoying… pigheaded… and exasperatingly old fashioned in a lot of ways. Of course I’m not a minority in this regard. Needless to say however, that took up the majority of Saturday, which is supposed to be the day of relaxation, at least in my house.
