I’ve started taking my camera with me where ever I go. It fits nicely into my purse and it’s not heavy. I’ve been taking photos more often and finding that it’s another way for me to use my creativity and reduce stress.
I’m learning slowly how to use my camera the correct way. There’s stil some setttings I don’t know how to use yet. But in time it will come. I can’t figure out how to take photos at night or action photos. The instruction booklet is more of a book so it’s a one day at a time thing.
I’ll be needing a micro sd or maybe two since I go take so many photos trying to get the settings just right.
The good thing is I’m not getting upset over not understanding instead I’m enjoying myself. I may be taking lots of photos but as I do I’m learning from my mistakes. I have some pretty good photos to boot!
I just wrote a post about not having an appetite. Well just this evening that all changed and fast! I don’t know if it was the food or that I haven’t been eating well for a while, but I about scarfed down my dinner tonight.
I think the Greek Salad had a lot to do with it. I just love salads. The feta cheese and tomatoes looked so good that I dove right in. Then I went to town on the chicken and noodles with cheese. I ate every drop. I’m hoping this means that my stomach is going to be back to normal. I’m ready to feel better and to go back to enjoying my food.
Now I don’t want to get to the point where I’ll need diet pills like Apidexin because that would be awful. But just to get my regular appetite back would be perfect!
I’ve been having a problem with IBS, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which is related to Fybromyalgia and Sjogren’s Syndrome that I also have. My stomach hurts. I don’t have much of an appetite. My stomach rumbles and grumbles and I’ve had times where I’ve had to know where all of the toilets are located in the stores I’ve visited so I can make get there quickly if the need arises.
When I don’t have an appetite my family knows that I’m not feeling well because I love to eat. But this knot in my stomach and either not being able to go or going too much has my system in a bit of an uproar. It’s not something that is easily explained when your friends invite you out. I usually say I’m having tummy trouble.
If it’s not one thing it’s another, but i find a way to laugh about it.
Before I was sick I was the hostess with the mostess. Family dinners were always at my house. I loved entertaining and all that went along with it, especially preparing the menu and cooking all the different meals, snacks, desserts, etc…..
Now I’m lucky if I can keep one pot of water boiling for rice while there’s a pan of chicken in the oven roasting. It seems that I can’t multitask when it comes to cooking. I burn things, forget to cook things and mess up recipes I”ve been cooking my whole adult life.
What is about me and food? I sure can eat it but can’t prepare it for all the money in the world. Well I could but it wouldn’t be edible.
With multiple chronic illnesses, complications from them, many doctor appointments, blood test and other lab appointments, medications that sometimes make me sick or sleepier than normal and times of flare ups, I am not able to work outside my home.
In fact I am not able to keep a job that has time constraints. There are times when I’m not able to work at all. When I look at job descriptions the one thing that works the best for me is blogging.
I can work at my own pace, work when I’m able and use my creativity. I feel like I’m doing something important and it makes me content. Stay tuned while I keep on blogging.
In the vein of getting over myself and trying on a more positive attitude I thought I’d share something funny that happened to me. I know I’m feeling better emotionally because I can laugh at myself again.
Today I was getting my medications ready for the week, one of most favorite chores right behind having Hubby give my my Humira shots. I really do like when he gives me my shots rather than my doctor because they sting when I get them so I have the chance to hit him after the shot and blame it on the pain.
Before I get comments I know I can inject myself. I am too chicken to do it. If my doctor wouldn’t do them for me, or if I wasn’t married I’d learn but I’m blessed so I allow myself this pleasure, OK?
Anyway getting back to my medications. I have four pills that are small yellow ones. They do have some differences of course but without my glasses there’s none. I wear my glasses when I fill my med container but most of the time not when I’m taking them.
This morning I was running late for church. I have to eat when I take my pills so I quickly made some toast and stuffed it down while swallowing my pills. I put them in my dish and was doing two or three at a pop. All of a sudden I had this horrible fear that I had just swallowed part of my afternoon pills in my rush.
I wasn’t paying attention and had opened the second part of the pill container. I started yelling but had toast, pills, water, etc in my mouth. Finally I was able to tell him. We both looked at the pills in the second part. There was one yellow pill gone. I had 2 yellow pills in my dish. Both of us were taking bottles out of the cabinets looking at the pills trying to decide if I needed to get my stomach pumped.
Thank goodness I was alright. I had taken a Folic Acid pill not one that would make me a zombie or something worse. The quietness changed to hysteria in the matter of two minutes.
I felt like a deer caught in headlights. My husband said he was going to hire a nurse to watch over me. I told him I wanted one of those cat trees to hang from instead or maybe a cave to hide in.
It was good to laugh. I got to church late but at least I didn’t end up in the hospital.
With multiple chronic illnesses, complications from them, many doctor appointments, blood test and other lab appointments, medications that sometimes make me sick or sleepier than normal and times of flare ups, I am not able to work outside my home.
