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Morriss Mondays

Hey everyone, it’s me MORRISS! Did you miss me? You’re probably wondering where I’ve been and why I would let my adoring fans not know what was going on. Please accept my humblest apologies. I was very sick since the summer. I’m not sure what I’ve told you already so I’ll just tell you what comes to mind at this moment. As you can see in this picture, my fur was looking really scraggly.

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I was ripping out my fur and biting myself so hard I was bleeding and coughing up hairballs everyday. Since I was never one to have hairballs mom knew something was very wrong.

I had taken to hiding in the small bedroom which scared mom. I just wanted to die I felt so horrible. Mom was so very worried about me.

The first time I went to the vet I had a hair ball stuck and couldn’t get it out and couldn’t stop throwing up. That scared me and mom. The vet was very nice to me and mom. He gave me three shots, one to stop the vomitting, one was an antibiotic, and one was a steroid. Then he gave mom steroid pills to give me. Mom was so good she hid them in my favorite food and I had no idea they were there. I got better pretty quick. My fur started coming back and I stopped throwing up hair balls.

And then… the steroids were gone and within two weeks it started all over again. Mom was so worried about me. She would put her hand on me and pray that I would get better. I know mom doesn’t have a lot of money and she had to put my previous visit on a credit card that she really couldn’t afford to pay, but she did it because she loves me.

She had asked the people on her Facebook page to pray for me and her friend Bob called from Georgia. I met Bob a couple times, I acted like I didn’t like him holding me, but as soon as he put me down I stayed by him because I did kind of like him. Anyway, mom explained that during our first vet visit they wanted to do tests on me but she couldn’t afford to have them done. As it was, the first bill was over $100. So her friend Bob said he would pay for the office visit and tests so mom could make sure what was going on with me. I remember mom picking me up and crying and telling me that Bob was going to help me to get better. I didn’t put up a fight when she put me in my carrier that day. I wasn’t happy at the vets when they decided to draw blood and do xrays on me, but I let them.

Now, all along mom thought it was allergies and after the tests were done, she was right. Now she had to figure out to what.
Mom called Bob after the vet visit to tell him that they thought it was allergies and he mentioned checking into grain free food and cutting out chicken or beef.

So mom started a food allergy journal so she could figure out my allergies. I’ll let mom tell you about that because I don’t understand what all she did. All I know is mom is a genius. She started giving me the food in this picture. These are my three favorites.

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And after a week this was how my fur looked.

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And this was me this morning.

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I’m hoping to continue to feel well and keep you updated on my life here with mom.

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Roadblocks

I need to drop back and punt.  I saw Dr. Ehrig today.  I asked about the senior subsidized housing and, no, I am not eligible.  I am not mobility impaired or mentally disabled, so that eliminates many choices.  The other subsidized housing does not allow cats so that eliminates a few more places.  Add to that I need a place with my own washer.  I am highly allergic to almost all detergents and before I bought my house I had uncontrollable hives.  I still have hives but not as bad as before.  So I need an affordable place under $700 a month that allows Morriss where I can have a washer.  From what I’ve been seeing that will be a needle in a haystack.  So the need to drop back and punt.  I guess I’m stuck here for a while.

In the meantime I will continue to de-clutter and scale down to the most loved and important things.

I also told Dr. Ehrig about my jaw and he listened very carefully with a stethoscope and then my heart and wants me to have an ultrasound.  He said the artery in the neck isn’t a normal artery to get an aneurysm, but he did look concerned.  So now I wait for the hospital to call to set up the ultrasound.

I’m so very tired.  I feel like I’m stuck in a box and trying to kick my way out but the box won’t break.  I’ve had people tell me that I am the only one that can change my life and make it better.  I just want to know HOW?!?  I don’t wallow in these things.  If you would see me out most likely you would think I didn’t have any problems.  I try to be cheerful and upbeat, but when I’m alone and fighting to get through each day I feel totally overwhelmed and defeated.

Tomorrow is a new day if God allows me to see it.

Today I’m grateful for:

1.  Even though things didn’t go well today I still kept my commitment to me to walk.

2.  I took a much needed three hour nap this afternoon.  (I’ve only been sleeping an hour or two at a time every night for the past two months, so three hours straight was wonderful!!!)

3.  I gave two books to the neighbor to keep.  So two books out of the house today.

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Let’s Talk Fatigue

Obviously I’ve been a little overwhelmed by my life.  March and April have been hell. After the writer’s conference the fatigue covered me like a heavy blanket that I couldn’t get out from under.  I knew the conference would be a huge physical challenge, but I didn’t expect over a month later to be dealing with the after effects.   I understand completely why I am on disability and can no longer work.  

I know my allergies and the horrible allergy season we’re having here in the northeast isn’t helping me either.  I have such terrible allergy head I can’t even think straight, then add the fibro fog to that and a trip to the grocery store becomes a nightmare from which I hope to escape.

Two weeks ago, I went to the grocery store for grapes and milk.  I knew I was tired and not feeling terrific, but I really needed those two items.  So off I went.  I didn’t take a cart thinking I wouldn’t need it for two items.  (BIG MISTAKE!)  I got my grapes first and then the allergy head / fibro fog kicked in and I couldn’t remember what else I was there for.  So I wandered around and found a big package of chicken leg quarters for a great price, which unbeknownst to me at the time was leaking chicken blood all over me.  EWWWWWWW!!!!!  By the time I got to the check out the fatigue had set in and I was having a hard time even imagining getting home and now I saw the chicken blood. The lady at the self checkout kindly brought over a wipe so I could clean up, but unfortanetely I can’t use them because most of them have aloe in them and I’m highly allergic to aloe.  This is the time I remembered I didn’t get my milk and it was all the way in the back of the store.  I mentioned to the lady that I really needed milk but I couldn’t even imagine walking that far and she pretty much looked right through me like I wasn’t even talking.  Now I was ready to have a melt down.  I knew I needed to get to my car quickly. 

Driving home was awful. I’m about fifteen minutes away from that grocery store and there is a mini mart across the street from where I live.  I wanted to stop and get milk there, since that was part of my main purpose of being out in the first place, but I just couldn’t even find the energy to park, get out of the car, get the milk, pay for it, and get back in the car.  I couldn’t even stop and get my mail from my lock box.   The only thing I wanted to do was get home and get under the covers on the couch.  I just wanted to scream, but I was too exhausted and fatigued.  I wanted to cry and I did feel tears escaping down my cheeks, but I just had to shut off my feelings and get to the couch. Once on the couch, I spent the next 3 hours in deep sleep.  Since I don’t sleep well at night I really needed that.  

Upon waking I really wanted to have a bowl of cereal for dinner because I just didn’t have the energy to even put a frozen dinner in the microwave and there is no money in the budget for take out or delivery of any kind.  Low and behold there’s no milk!  Now I did cry.  Pitiful I know, but this is what my life has become thanks to this monster called fibromyalgia. I try to plan my days and my errands, but when the allergy head and fibro fog get together I’m lucky I remember to shower and dress before walking out the door.  I’ve been begging God to send me a husband to love, adore and help me, but I’m still here alone and every day seems to get a little harder.

Conclusion for Today: It’s ok to cry.  Grief is a normal process and I need to allow myself to feel and not stuff those feelings. 

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