The Power of words.

I love words. My words. Your words. Our words. And powerful, is there anything as powerful as the written word? I currently blog on I tripped over a stone... the stone being Fibromyalgia Syndrome that I have had for a little over 20 years. But Stone in the Road is going to be a collection of … Continue reading The Power of words.

Taking a Shower with Fibromyalgia

Knocked Over By A Feather

It’s been five days since I’ve taken a shower.

This will not do.

Although my American Bulldog Maya has been trying to groom me herself, dog spit does not a clean body make. It’s time for me to pull up my big girl britches and get my funky ass in the shower.

I’ll just wait until I finish reading this blog post and savor the last sip of my room temperture coffee.

Shit. Okay, enough stalling. Time to suck it up, Mer.

I sigh loudly for my own benefit and then climb the 14 stairs (thank God for railings) up to the bathroom. I make sure that there’s a semi clean towel available, then I place my shower chair in the bathtub.

It makes bath time lots of fun. (Sorry, Rubber Ducky.)

rubberduckie1970I really miss playing in the bathtub, don’t you?

I take off my clothes and turn the water…

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LED Candle Makeovers

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You know those wonderful candles that have a timer with the led light? I love just those candles! But…I think, they look so plain. No character. So I got the courage up to plump them up a bit. I took some white taper candles I had from Christmas and gathered up the candles, coffee can, spoon and sauce pan. I covered the counter area by the stove with a couple of brown paper bags. Remember to cover your (fake) candle wick inside candle. I used a piece of the bag, no big deal, it came out easily.1.jpg

See how plain those candles look! They are fine how they are, but I wanted them to look like they are real and have been used a lot! I rinsed out the coffee can, filled a saucepan about 1/3 with water.I broke apart 5 taper candles, and removed the wick. I can use…

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Ample Make this Bed.

I tripped over a Stone.

Ample Make this Bed by Emily Dickinson is by far one of my favorite poems. Maybe it had such a big impact on me as this was the poem read in Sophie’s Choice (after the death of two endearing characters). Whenever I am sad, whenever life takes away someone that I love… I revert to this poem.

I find comfort in her words. I find peace. I have lost a person I loved. I believe the whole world would’ve loved her if they had known her. All those who did know her loved her so. Her loss is deeply felt. Rest now my dear friend.

Ample Make this Bed.
Make this bed with Awe;
In it till judgement break
Excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

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