I Had a Bad Day...

Job 33:19 “He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:”

I had a bad day…

If you’re looking for a happy-go-lucky post click a button that tells you to go to the next blog, this might not be worth reading for you today.

Yesterday I had a bad day. A good day to me is where I wake and can move without pain, that makes me happy. Tuesday I woke up and could move so I thought yay it’s going to be a good day. I always try to stay optimistic but here lately, I’ve lost all hope in optimism. With the world, with people, even with writing.

My body reacts to the extremely hot weather so much so my knees feel like balloons and if I try to do any outside activity they reach the bursting point and I have to return to the house and find solace sitting in front of the screen resting my knees but not my fingers. 

If you were one of those curious people who would ask a disabled person what is wrong with them, then I’d have to be honest and say, I don’t know. All of my vitality was sucked out of me as a Hoover vacuum went over my body and took most of the life out of me. Now I’m a barely walking zombie of sorts.

I live out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the cornfields surrounding me in all directions. The only communication to the outside world is from my online friends and a daily call to my mother (twice on weekends). I can no longer drive because of my blurred vision so when my husband asked if I wanted to go to the mall Tuesday, I got excited, sure why not. (I often forget my disability and move full steam ahead without thinking, just ask my kneecap I cracked on the wall last week.)

I often feel like taking a walk into the cornfield until my legs buckle and just lie down and let the bugs eat me and wait for harvesting time when the big harvester of crops finishes off what is left of my body. Or walking through the woods and waiting for nightfall for the coyotes to come and devour me or maybe a mountain lion (who has been spotted in my area) would find me to be a good meal. No, I chose to go to the mall instead.

We get to the mall and no shopping carts, that make walking easier on me, are available at the mall. I made my way to the JCPenny door. Wow, I made it, now to make it allllllllll the way to the back of the store to the tiny shoe department. We must’ve gone up and down the two aisles of men shoes five times before it was declared, “I don’t see anything.” I know I’m a woman and should love to shop but I despise the event, even if it is online, I DON’T like shopping!

Let’s go to Shoe Express he says. He had seen the shoes he wanted online but here in the mall is the same store so they should be here, right? No, no they were not after hobbling all the way to the other side of the mall. We leave there without a purchase and pass another shoe store so we go in there. By this time the mall was slowly filling up with the bored-to-be-home-from-school-with-nothing-to-do people. Did you know people stare too long at imperfect people? Long glaring stares as if to say, “Is she faking or is she really wobbling, is she crippled, what?”

Another shoe store another no sale. I start making a beeline to the exit but we have to go through JCPenny because the truck was parked outside the entrance that we had come through. Great! The pain by this time was unbearable and my eyes started to water. No, wait, it wasn’t water, I made it to the truck, breathed a sigh of relief and began bawling my eyes out.

Now I’m throwing myself a pity party. I’m done, I’m just done watching the world go ‘round as I sit crippled unable to get help, for the pain, for a cure, for my life back. I wasn’t done living. I didn’t ask for it to be taken away and here I am hearing people complain because their pool water is too warm, that their A.C. is too cool, that their vacation wasn’t long enough, or that they’re tired from working too hard. The next step is a wheelchair, no other option for me but a wheelchair. (No the cane doesn't work for long walks.)

I sit here and stare out the window and watch the corn get taller and think to myself, maybe God will take me today, maybe I AM done. As the tears continue to roll down my cheek I realize, I made it home. I think I’ll wash clothes. No matter how making it through a day pains me, I’ll go on… God will be calling soon and I have to be ready to answer.

Pity party over...

Rev. 21:4 “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”

The Right to Write

“A strong positive attitude will create more miracles than any wonder drug.” 

~ Patricia Neal

I, like anyone else has every right to write. Although at times I don’t feel like writing, like this week with the two ten hour trips to Omaha. Yeah, there is an eye infection in the cornea transplant that needs close attention and as my days are consumed with spring, cleaning and driving, there is very little time to write.

As writer’s we must always find the time to sit down and spill out onto the page words that either make sense or words that make no sense at all, as long as you keep the pace with tapping the keys. I’ve been awake since 3:30 this morning and have struggled with staying awake, wanting to sleep,  but writing anything was just a big turn-off.

I sit here now typing, but my eyes are heavy as if I have window shades on them and a little gremlin hanging on the cord and keeps toying with the idea of UP and down. I say that because they’re not really blinks my eyes are doing, they are heavy laden shade pulls.

In the past few weeks, there have been a few who think that I have no right to write, and in their crippled world try to bring me to their level. They wake each and every day and anxiously run to the writing site just to click the SMITE button, as if to make me feel less? I don’t know what their point of spreading negativity is, I could really care less, because for every one I get knocked down, five more come in and raise me to heights they only dream of obtaining. I’m sorry that they have no life, but *I* do!! I’m sorry their life has been relinquished to the lower echelons of existence.

It is pretty sad when a person is so weak and lifeless, that they have nothing in life and are left to to feeling whole by bringing someone down? I pray for them as they walk (or don’t walk) in the shadows of darkness while I’m here surrounded by the joyous light of every day! Each and every second of my life is built on how to make it count in a positive fashion.

If you’re a writer, you normally stand by and support your fellow writer. That’s at least what I’ve learned over the years, but here lately, there are wanna-be writers that don’t really comprehend the etiquette and respect of a writer and truly don’t even belong IN the writing world. It’s writers like that, that have no right to write because I’m certain all that they spew will be of a negative nature and all that they try to lift up for themselves will be slaughtered and taken down.

Allow me to say, in my darkest of days, I walk in the LIGHT. When I am trampled down, I bounce right back up like one of those little punching bags that you try to knock to the floor but it keeps standing erect no matter how many or how hard the blows are.

I have a right to write as much as you. So allow me some peace in the JOY of my life. We’re writers, and as such we ALL have a right to write. Sometimes it’s a God-given talent, other times it’s a try-to-hard-to-people-please.

Write right and carry with you the power of positive thinking! Then and only then will something positive waltz into your life.

"Your attitude can take you forward or your attitude can take you down. The choice is always yours!" 

~ Catherine Pulsifer