Connie is post pregnancy, and baby Poppy is beautiful. Connie now has her blessing, that of being a single mother. Her first baby died in utero, so we have been healing together. It takes me back to my volunteer days in the NICU. And the white rose teardrop on the doors meant a child was lost.
Linking my CP and DID has been so wonderful, because both keep me in a state of reality, and it goes way beyond the medicine cabinet. I am so proud of my growth as Easter continues in my heart. Each day, I am anew. And God shows me all kinds of things. Life with the moves will truly change me yet again, but it's nothing a gal like me can't handle.
We have been renewed here for ten years, and now, it's time to move on. As we bid The Woodlands farewell, I am excited about what lies ahead. Fun family time, and even more time with friends. It will truly be a renewal process there too. The final move will be to my apartment. Renewal again, and more time to post here.
Yippee!
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Life Through March 2014 And April Beginnings
January through March have kept me busy. Appointments with great outcomes, and my cousin's wedding were fantastic. I'll always keep my dancing shoes on. The ceremony was unrehearsed, and my cousins said their vows face forward, no nerves. My uncle's quote "there you go" after giving the bride away was hysterical. At the reception, dinner was Tuscan chicken, brown rice, grilled asparagus, and I had a glass of merlot with dinner and the toasts. Then we headed upstairs to dance like no one was watching. My cousin's baby brother and boyfriend of her little sister danced to a variety of songs. Then I got out on the floor, thinking the wine and balance with my internal pump would have me falling. Nope. I stayed on my feet, and the merlot loosend me up.
I am having a wonderful start to April. I am staying organized, and my flow is all set for the next several months regarding my waiting list for the apartments. I am so proud of myself for using math in a practical way, and after some recalculations, I got a surprise. I actually spent less between March and the present day, and I have to give myself a pat on the back for seeing this error.
This weekend, I am going to jumpstart my cookbook again. French to English, as a way to keep my language skills sharp, like my spreadsheets help with math. You'd think I was a Soduku player. LOL. Whatever works right?
Music and dance go hand in hand with me for exercise and joy of just doing it, not confining myself to a piece of equipment. It's all about variety. Kerry and Kel keep me on top of workouts since they are personal trainers who reside within me, and the rest of the DID Posse loves doing flash mobs. Class Act is a group of students that also keep the movement going with my art and therapeutic yoga.
I have learned to balance CP and DID to the point where I am not in physical pain, specifically, headaches. Music will distract us enough to keep the migraines at bay, and about 3 years ago, I posted during a headache, with music to heal it, and it worked so well, I kept this pain relief practice going with the ER theme.
My wife and I are so dedicated to saving lives that it becomes a question after work. How many lives did we save today? Keith, her colleague, keeps track. And my cops make so many arrests that our world is nearly crime free. Even during psychosis in 2011, I could see everything up close. The new meds combine both antidepressants with antipsychotics, and I have noted marked improvement, among other things. As it turns out, the current cocktail helps me sleep better than if I were to add melatonin to it.
Since all medical appointments are spaced out, I live more freely, with a better quality of life. As I gently say farewell to my 30s, I am so glad that all of my progress has gone so well. Hotter Than Usual, a play I wrote, was sent to Guam for my dear friend to read. I am seriously thinking about doing a sequel to Gothic Women Of Salem, a script I wrote in 2002.
I am very emotional this month. This is a good sign since I can cry when I need to be cleansed. Sometimes, this can be seen as a weakness, but for us, it's a stress relief response. The cats can tell when I need a kitty hug. Haha!
I am having a wonderful start to April. I am staying organized, and my flow is all set for the next several months regarding my waiting list for the apartments. I am so proud of myself for using math in a practical way, and after some recalculations, I got a surprise. I actually spent less between March and the present day, and I have to give myself a pat on the back for seeing this error.
This weekend, I am going to jumpstart my cookbook again. French to English, as a way to keep my language skills sharp, like my spreadsheets help with math. You'd think I was a Soduku player. LOL. Whatever works right?
Music and dance go hand in hand with me for exercise and joy of just doing it, not confining myself to a piece of equipment. It's all about variety. Kerry and Kel keep me on top of workouts since they are personal trainers who reside within me, and the rest of the DID Posse loves doing flash mobs. Class Act is a group of students that also keep the movement going with my art and therapeutic yoga.
I have learned to balance CP and DID to the point where I am not in physical pain, specifically, headaches. Music will distract us enough to keep the migraines at bay, and about 3 years ago, I posted during a headache, with music to heal it, and it worked so well, I kept this pain relief practice going with the ER theme.
My wife and I are so dedicated to saving lives that it becomes a question after work. How many lives did we save today? Keith, her colleague, keeps track. And my cops make so many arrests that our world is nearly crime free. Even during psychosis in 2011, I could see everything up close. The new meds combine both antidepressants with antipsychotics, and I have noted marked improvement, among other things. As it turns out, the current cocktail helps me sleep better than if I were to add melatonin to it.
Since all medical appointments are spaced out, I live more freely, with a better quality of life. As I gently say farewell to my 30s, I am so glad that all of my progress has gone so well. Hotter Than Usual, a play I wrote, was sent to Guam for my dear friend to read. I am seriously thinking about doing a sequel to Gothic Women Of Salem, a script I wrote in 2002.
I am very emotional this month. This is a good sign since I can cry when I need to be cleansed. Sometimes, this can be seen as a weakness, but for us, it's a stress relief response. The cats can tell when I need a kitty hug. Haha!
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