and I wish my first post in months could be a happier one. Sorry, folks, not today.
Ask anyone who knows me, I try and stay as upbeat as possible. It doesn't help my disease to be melancholy all the time. But this past week hasn't been a good one for me. Between pain, sleepless nights, and lovely surprises in my pj's for several nights, it's wearing. Not to mention that I have no energy, and the simplest tasks leave me feeling pants and bed ridden all day. I don't know if it's the weather, after all, the Midwest is the land of no sunshine in the winter, or that I haven't left the house very much, or all the Christmas presents I'm knitting aren't turning out the way I want, or the fact that I really want to reach out and help others with IBD, but every effort has been denied, I'm trying my hardest to not be down in the dumps. Yes, that pun was intended. I usually try and keep outside frustrations away from my disease frustrations, but this time, it seems as if it's all just blending together and I feel trapped.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not shuffling around the house in my robe and slippers, muttering things to myself. Okay, I'm not wearing a robe, but all the rest is just normal for me. It's just that my frame of mind is a little shadowed.
I will say one thing, I am going to try and start writing on here regularly. I just don't like "blogs". For the most part, they're just people talking about themselves and not really contributing anything worthwhile...forgive my snarkiness, I'm just not Suzie Sunshine today.
Ask anyone who knows me, I try and stay as upbeat as possible. It doesn't help my disease to be melancholy all the time. But this past week hasn't been a good one for me. Between pain, sleepless nights, and lovely surprises in my pj's for several nights, it's wearing. Not to mention that I have no energy, and the simplest tasks leave me feeling pants and bed ridden all day. I don't know if it's the weather, after all, the Midwest is the land of no sunshine in the winter, or that I haven't left the house very much, or all the Christmas presents I'm knitting aren't turning out the way I want, or the fact that I really want to reach out and help others with IBD, but every effort has been denied, I'm trying my hardest to not be down in the dumps. Yes, that pun was intended. I usually try and keep outside frustrations away from my disease frustrations, but this time, it seems as if it's all just blending together and I feel trapped.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not shuffling around the house in my robe and slippers, muttering things to myself. Okay, I'm not wearing a robe, but all the rest is just normal for me. It's just that my frame of mind is a little shadowed.
I will say one thing, I am going to try and start writing on here regularly. I just don't like "blogs". For the most part, they're just people talking about themselves and not really contributing anything worthwhile...forgive my snarkiness, I'm just not Suzie Sunshine today.
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