Last month I told you about my sister reaching out to learn more about her birth family. She asked for family tree information and pictures, if I was willing to share. I obliged after giving it some thought. I figured if she wanted to know her roots, I should share the information I have. I was hoping this would be an avenue for us to maybe connect, even if only as two people tracing the same family line. I emailed some additional photos from my scrapbook album, and the little I know about the towns our maternal grandparents came from. I’m sad that I have not heard back from her again. I did after the first email of pictures and info, but not this second set. I realize she might be busy with grandkids and work. If this is the extent of things, then that’s it I guess. That makes me a little sad, but I suppose that’s just how things go sometimes.
Sleeping wasn’t fun with how sore I was. Still am. I opted to hold off on the last section I was going to tackle and held off on the closet too. I’d rather not over do it.
I was reading an article yesterday on some symptoms that seem unusual that can be fibro related. What was fascinating to me was that I had a majority of them, and have had them for awhile now. The more I read, the more dots I connect, the more it seems that I do have fibro. I know, there are other things that it could be as well like something with the thyroid. So far the most the doctor is willing to say is that I have chronic pain, I got a “Maybe” on fibro. My choices of doctors is limited, so I can’t just go to any one I please. There is one we’d like me to see, but without insurance or a couple hundred dollars, that’s not happening.
All I can try to do is be gentle with myself, rest if I need to even though I hate it.
The Forgotten Muse 