Living In A Swamp Is Not A Healthy Way Of Life | thornyasarose's Blog

So I went for my every four week appointment with the Internal Medicine Specialist this afternoon. My primary "complaints" continue to be excessive sleepiness and fatigue. But the muscle weakness has progressively become more and more notable. Gone are my daily strolls with my Semper Fi. No more long walks along the nature trails. We don't wander around cotton fields or sniff through the soy bean fields. And,for me,this is hard to swallow. It was not that long ago I was RUNNING everyday. It was not too very long ago I was at peak performance with 5 hours of sleep a night. Oh, the major adjustments this "illness" has forced upon me. No doubt, all for my own (and others) good, or it would not be happening. But now I must explore the most recent bit of information given to me. I would find myself in a more optimal state of being in an arid/dry environment. The heat is fine, but humidity is known to increase muscle weakness and with an auto immune disease that is attacking muscles, I would fair better in a dry climate. Well.... Since this was once swamp land and since the Muddy Mississippi creates her fair share of seep water (still) what am I to do? I am not able to create some sort of climate controlled haven (besides, I am an OUTDOOR girl). So, what to do? What to do? My father is here, and I will ALWAYS be a Daddy's Girl. If I live to be 116 yrs. of age, I would still be a Daddy's Girl. And now that I am not able to work, how would I even fund a relocation effort? Then, I wonder, what if....what if I got somewhere else and faired so well I could work again!!!! Would that not be The Cat's Meow??? Then realism pushes her way in and reminds me of my bones, and other things. But my dreams...my dreams....not a single night passes that I don't find myself working and accomplishing things from by-gone days. I was one of the fortunate few. I was one that loved every job I ever had, that enjoyed my work and never resented working. I embraced it and loved it as if it were a living,breathing being. I was taught at a young age to give 150% and not to expect a single penny to be given to me that was not earned. By-gone days....but I still dance about in them each night as I sleep.