Wow, I didn't realize that so much the has gone by since I last wrote. There's been 2 or 3 moves, 2 or 3 surgeries. I never did get the tattoo I was considering. I think I'm a chicken poo. Too many needles in my life already with surgeries.
I guess I don't have much to say. But at the same time, I have much I can say.....like about this pandemic. I mean really it's almost been 2 years of this mask crap. An it was supposed to be 2 weeks?! How are we just taking it. The government is killing our choices, and in our business worse than they have ever been before. While I was growing up, if you got a virus, you went home and slept it off. There's nothing doctors could do about it. It was viral. Now you must take their vaccine....it's untested, and you can't sue if you have reactions or side effects. No thanks. And it doesn't even help you fight the virus. You can still give the virus to anyone. So really what does it do?? Makes you sterile? Gives you convulsions? Kills you? Why would anyone want it? The virus has a 99% survival rate. The regular flu has worse odds than that.
Ok rant over. Lol. I know some people will get pissy at me. Whatever, don't read my blog then.
Back onto crafts, they are still my therapy. I still knit and crochet as much as I can. I was gifted THE BEST crochet hooks ever. Furls. They are so lovely! It helps with hand fatigue, there's nothing I don't love about them. They come in colors. They rule!
I was also diagnosed with fibromyalgia. I wasn't even trying for that. I just wanted to know why I hurt so much. And one doctor led to another and bam. I was diagnosed. It explains so much. But I don't want to take the meds they so freely give. The meds just knock me out. I'm only 38 (for a short while more) and have no life on meds. But being diagnosed helps me explain so much from growing up. Why I always required so much sleep. Just different things. I have this diagnosis, but I am not the diagnosis.
My grandma was kidnapped from my mom and husband and I since I last wrote. She also passed away, that was traumatic. We found out accidentally. Never got to see her again after she was kidnapped. I really miss her. Momaw was funny. She was loved. Momaw was special. We didn't always see eye to eye, but I would have given up my life for her. Just like anyone I love. When she died, she left a hole in our lives. We didn't get to go to her funeral.
God has really continued to show his love and grace and mercy to me. This journey is long and hard, but I haven't doubted God's hand in my life. Life is expensive, and hard, but i have amazing family to share it with. And God ALWAYS provides. He always shows us where he wants us planted. We don't always know why, but we know we are where Father wants us.
I know no one really reads this, it's really just for me, but if anyone did read it. Thank you!
