A Story for the Background. And Fractal Friday

Ya'll, I be tired! I didn't even do much today! There are consequences to thinking "tomorrow, soon, I'll be better, and then I'll ... "

One consequence is that of becoming stuck in a holding pattern, constantly looping the airport of your life, waiting for a better climate or a better opportunity.

I was recently a little surprised to realize I was circling my projects longer than necessary, waiting for improvement. It's taking a weird combo of patience and persistence to work my way out of this.

There's some things I want to tell you about but it will be easier if you know where I'm coming from. If you've heard me complain before, drop down to the last 1/3rd or so.

In the autumn of 2015, I wounded my heal. I was told by my doctor to just stay off of it for a few weeks ... meh ... it sort of got better. In the spring of 2016, I took two small tumbles and I ignored myself into a worse situation. Eventually, in mid-summer, I finally started going to see a chiropractor in my area. She got me squared away (up and moving) in time to enjoy the autumn.

At some point we can insert the story about how a rabbit and a cat chose my chiropractor for me. But not today.

So, one very early December morning I stepped into a Starbucks and immediately landed on my hands and knees. Basically I may as well have been in a minor car wreck. My shoulder, neck, ear (yes, I have a re-occurring clicking in my ear), and an annoying twitching in my cheek.

Again, I was back to "just be still, please!" Followed by about 8 months of work by my chiropractor and the massage therapist. I couldn't have done it without the massage therapist. She's the one who got the muscles to release my cheek and ear.

Then from June into September, I started over-reacting to the heat and bug bites. I couldn't stand to be outside if the temp was over like 78F. Every bug bite created a spot the size of a 25 cent piece and left a lump under it for months. Every bite! And the itching!! Oh My Word!! And my childhood allergy to wheat resurfaced. As near as I can figure, without engaging a US medical doctor, my histamines are probably over active.

So this brings us to the autumn of 2017. We went to see my husband's family. I had the worst encounter ever with my allergies and animals. Never expected something so harsh! Not since my teens. So, that led to 2 excruciating weeks of fighting bronchitis and then another 2 weeks of oh so weak and then another 3 or 4 weeks to mend.

This was followed promptly by a 4 week encounter with Cat Scratch Fever. Yes. I swear it's a real thing. The US Center for Disease control calls it Cat Scratch Disease. And there's something like 40 diseases that can be caught from cats BTW.

So sometime in mid-March, after I finally realized I just wasn't going to miraculously wake one morning feeling like I was 20 again, I started just trying to stay on my feet for an hour inside the house. I didn't even make it a requirement to do manual labor ... just up, standing and/or moving. It turned out to be work.

In April, we had company from way away come to visit (3 states away). Thank Yehovah* they just love us. It was interesting excavating the "guest bedroom" and a few other choice spots in the house. I started realizing just exactly how sick I had been and for how long!

Then we all took off for a 3 day meet up with other like-minded people. I got to meet face-to-face with one lady whom I'd only spoken to on the phone. She knows some of what I've been doing outside of Steemit.

She asked me how I was holding up. I admitted that I had been finding out the hard way that Evil doesn't have to put you into the hospital in order to render a body less effective.

Ok what she said next was something I had been ignoring even though I just told her the very thing that she spoke back to me.

She said, "I agree. You are totally under attack."

I looked at her. Blinked a few times to absorb the info. All the while feeling "Duh uh yeah. uh ... yeah!"

Let me repeat myself here. I had just basically told her most of what I just told you. I had just blamed Evil. Yet, I never had stopped to think that I needed to pray for more than healing. I hadn't told Evil to leave. I'd not asked Yehovah* for my own protection!

I said to her, "I can absolutely agree with that statement!"

She said, "Let me pray for you." And she prayed a simple, short, urgent prayer.

I'll tell you the rest of the story. Sunday. Probably. And more stories after that. Probably.

While we wait, can you tell me about a time when you knew something but you weren't consciously aware enough of the whole situation to make changes? And then someone said, "Hey! Let's change this!" And then you thought, "Uh Yes! Why didn't I think of this? So. Obvious."

I'd like to think I'm not the only one who can be aware of an extra sound in the room and not think about fixing the chirping fan (true example, too).

I'm posting this at 1:22 a.m. my time because the man I love just came home from work. If you pray, pray he and his team have an amazing day when he goes back in 6 hours.

*The God of the Bible has a name.

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