It's a "balmy" 17 degrees this sunny morning and I am dreading the fact that I need to go run some errands for my mother today. It's not just the cold that affects my fibro, it's the heavy clothes I have to wear. I found a nice down jacket I want from L.L. Bean's, but we all know I'm not a Goldwater.
This has been a rough winter; it's the last day of February and we still have over three feet of snow in our front yard. Another 7-8 inches are due for Saturday. How's that for depressing?
It's days like this that I wish I had no other responsibilities than to myself. I would sit and write for hours, catch up on the soaps I missed this week, take an extra long nap, and maybe fold the pile on clothes on my bed. Instead, I will go to my mom's, who has Alzeimers but is able to still remain at home, pay her bills and balance her checking account, take her to the store and maybe play a game of Yahtzee. I try to cherish every visit with her, because her disease is advancing. Another reason to look at Fibro as a blessing. Actually, by helping her, I help myself; I get out of the house and see a very precious and wonderful mother, and friend.
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