Amy

This is a bad 2 weeks.....Amy was born June 11, 1969 and died June 16, 1989.  I don't know why I'm having more emotional problems this year than usual, but I am.  I was teary at work, but no one noticed.  All my senses are on superhigh.....they are on high anyway, but more so than usual.  Last evening while walking to the Max, I could even feel the stitches from my socks on the bottom of my feet.  Who ever feels that?  Well, I did.  When I get blue, I get cranky, but I don't want to say anything at work.  It still hurts and I still feel a hole in my heart that will never go away. 

I had an appt for my yearly physical this morning with my PCP.  He said something to me that I've never heard before.  "Thank you for taking care of yourself".  OMG, I know that I'm healthy aside from the fibro.  I have low cholesterol and low blood pressure.  Thank you, Mom and Dad!  I really don't take that good of care of myself.  The fibro keeps me down.  I don't exercise and I eat terribly.  Usually I'm nauseated and tired enough in the evening that even having a bowl of cereal is sometimes a struggle.  But I'm very pleased with my appt.  I also got a ton of free samples! 

It's still cold and rainy here.  I'm sure that is adding to my sadness.  It's supposed to be sunny and warm this week-end, but I'm NOT holding my breath.  I hate Portland and this is the main reason.