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September 25, 2013
Just Out of My Grasp - Sjogren's Is More Than a European Name
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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I found out on June 19, 2013 the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE. I also have Sjogrens Syndrome.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire.Hugs for today …Have any of you ever seen the movie Me, Myself, and Irene? This Jim Carrey/Renee Zellweger comedy movie had me laughing with the many off color, obscene, and adult humor jabs zinging throughout the film. Jim’s classic over the top theatrics extend from succinct verbal delivery to his malleable physical stunts. I’ve learned that my Sjogren’s Syndrome worsens, at times to signal impending sickness. But, anymore, it happens almost randomly and I feel like Jim Carrey’s Officer Charlie Baileygates from said movie. The character experiences severe dry mouth from the medications he takes to control his multiple personality disorder.While I do not take meds for MPD, I completely empathize with the character so aptly presented by Jim Carrey. Today, I have 3 beverages at my desk- flat water, large coffee, and sparkling pink grapefruit Perrier. I really hope that one of the three dissolves the cardboard so stubbornly lodged in my mouth. As soon as one is empty, I will add something else to reconstitute my tongue.
Possibly, even though my sodium levels are within normal ranges, that eating salty foods before bed causes some of the dryness. I will try the experiment to leave off salty foods in the evening. However, my hands, especially my cuticles, are so dry, it feels as if I’ve been washing dishes non-stop for hours or working with clay or mortar- drawing out all the natural moisture in my hands. So, not sure I can really control this phenomena. Maybe it’s why I rarely cry…I just don’t produce the tears.
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I found out on June 19, 2013 the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE. I also have Sjogrens Syndrome.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire.Hugs for today …Have any of you ever seen the movie Me, Myself, and Irene? This Jim Carrey/Renee Zellweger comedy movie had me laughing with the many off color, obscene, and adult humor jabs zinging throughout the film. Jim’s classic over the top theatrics extend from succinct verbal delivery to his malleable physical stunts. I’ve learned that my Sjogren’s Syndrome worsens, at times to signal impending sickness. But, anymore, it happens almost randomly and I feel like Jim Carrey’s Officer Charlie Baileygates from said movie. The character experiences severe dry mouth from the medications he takes to control his multiple personality disorder.While I do not take meds for MPD, I completely empathize with the character so aptly presented by Jim Carrey. Today, I have 3 beverages at my desk- flat water, large coffee, and sparkling pink grapefruit Perrier. I really hope that one of the three dissolves the cardboard so stubbornly lodged in my mouth. As soon as one is empty, I will add something else to reconstitute my tongue.
Possibly, even though my sodium levels are within normal ranges, that eating salty foods before bed causes some of the dryness. I will try the experiment to leave off salty foods in the evening. However, my hands, especially my cuticles, are so dry, it feels as if I’ve been washing dishes non-stop for hours or working with clay or mortar- drawing out all the natural moisture in my hands. So, not sure I can really control this phenomena. Maybe it’s why I rarely cry…I just don’t produce the tears.
September 23, 2013
Tuesday Tales Takin' It To The Bridge...
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the monthly picture prompt. Please see how I use this photo in my new WIP sweet Young Adult romance, Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. Our heroine, Pearl, has secrets. Will she ever let Owen in on them?
“This lagoon, teeming with overgrown brush, trees, and critters is as close to home as I’ll ever feel. Nothing can hurt me here, not even the cottonmouths, alligators, and snapping turtles.” Pearl swiped a mosquito away from her face, leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek from her grimy hands.
“There is something peaceful about this place, that’s for sure.” Owen shoved his hands in his back jean pockets, inspected the woodwork, and rocked back on his heels. “Who built this bridge?”
“My Pa built it for me. He started a tree house too, it’s at the other end of the creek. But, he didn’t get very far on it before he…before.” Pearl sighed and adjusted the bandanna embracing her skull, plastering her curly hair down. “My Pa died. He died in a horrible way.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Pearl, my folks are gone too. Have been for a long time.”
Pearl stiffened and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t talk about it…ever.”
“I won’t force you to talk about anything. I’m a loner myself. I don’t want to please anyone, so I don’t talk about things, except for my best friend Caleb. He knows everything and doesn’t judge me, never has.”
“I’ve never had a best friend. I don’t know what it’s like to tell anyone my secrets. People tend to shy away from me. Can’t say that I blame them, I even think I’m weird.”
“Weird? Pearl, everyone has a squirrely streak, the side they keep private. Well, unless they have a meltdown and flip out. It’d scare the crap out of me to see inside of my mind, if I was someone else, that is.”
“You aren’t the most articulate person I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.” Pearl smiled and relaxed her arms"."Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our beautiful picture prompt.
“This lagoon, teeming with overgrown brush, trees, and critters is as close to home as I’ll ever feel. Nothing can hurt me here, not even the cottonmouths, alligators, and snapping turtles.” Pearl swiped a mosquito away from her face, leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek from her grimy hands.
“There is something peaceful about this place, that’s for sure.” Owen shoved his hands in his back jean pockets, inspected the woodwork, and rocked back on his heels. “Who built this bridge?”
“My Pa built it for me. He started a tree house too, it’s at the other end of the creek. But, he didn’t get very far on it before he…before.” Pearl sighed and adjusted the bandanna embracing her skull, plastering her curly hair down. “My Pa died. He died in a horrible way.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Pearl, my folks are gone too. Have been for a long time.”
Pearl stiffened and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t talk about it…ever.”
“I won’t force you to talk about anything. I’m a loner myself. I don’t want to please anyone, so I don’t talk about things, except for my best friend Caleb. He knows everything and doesn’t judge me, never has.”
“I’ve never had a best friend. I don’t know what it’s like to tell anyone my secrets. People tend to shy away from me. Can’t say that I blame them, I even think I’m weird.”
“Weird? Pearl, everyone has a squirrely streak, the side they keep private. Well, unless they have a meltdown and flip out. It’d scare the crap out of me to see inside of my mind, if I was someone else, that is.”
“You aren’t the most articulate person I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.” Pearl smiled and relaxed her arms"."Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our beautiful picture prompt.
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt i...
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the monthly picture prompt. Please see how I use this photo in my new WIP sweet Young Adult romance, Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. Our heroine, Pearl, has secrets. Will she ever let Owen in on them?
“This lagoon, teeming with overgrown brush, trees, and critters is as close to home as I’ll ever feel. Nothing can hurt me here, not even the cottonmouths, alligators, and snapping turtles.” Pearl swiped a mosquito away from her face, leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek from her grimy hands.
“There is something peaceful about this place, that’s for sure.” Owen shoved his hands in his back jean pockets, inspected the woodwork, and rocked back on his heels. “Who built this bridge?”
“My Pa built it for me. He started a tree house too, it’s at the other end of the creek. But, he didn’t get very far on it before he…before.” Pearl sighed and adjusted the bandanna embracing her skull, plastering her curly hair down. “My Pa died. He died in a horrible way.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Pearl, my folks are gone too. Have been for a long time.”
Pearl stiffened and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t talk about it…ever.”
“I won’t force you to talk about anything. I’m a loner myself. I don’t want to please anyone, so I don’t talk about things, except for my best friend Caleb. He knows everything and doesn’t judge me, never has.”
“I’ve never had a best friend. I don’t know what it’s like to tell anyone my secrets. People tend to shy away from me. Can’t say that I blame them, I even think I’m weird.”
“Weird? Pearl, everyone has a squirrely streak, the side they keep private. Well, unless they have a meltdown and flip out. It’d scare the crap out of me to see inside of my mind, if I was someone else, that is.”
“You aren’t the most articulate person I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.” Pearl smiled and relaxed her arms"."Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our beautiful picture prompt.
“This lagoon, teeming with overgrown brush, trees, and critters is as close to home as I’ll ever feel. Nothing can hurt me here, not even the cottonmouths, alligators, and snapping turtles.” Pearl swiped a mosquito away from her face, leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek from her grimy hands.
“There is something peaceful about this place, that’s for sure.” Owen shoved his hands in his back jean pockets, inspected the woodwork, and rocked back on his heels. “Who built this bridge?”
“My Pa built it for me. He started a tree house too, it’s at the other end of the creek. But, he didn’t get very far on it before he…before.” Pearl sighed and adjusted the bandanna embracing her skull, plastering her curly hair down. “My Pa died. He died in a horrible way.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Pearl, my folks are gone too. Have been for a long time.”
Pearl stiffened and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t talk about it…ever.”
“I won’t force you to talk about anything. I’m a loner myself. I don’t want to please anyone, so I don’t talk about things, except for my best friend Caleb. He knows everything and doesn’t judge me, never has.”
“I’ve never had a best friend. I don’t know what it’s like to tell anyone my secrets. People tend to shy away from me. Can’t say that I blame them, I even think I’m weird.”
“Weird? Pearl, everyone has a squirrely streak, the side they keep private. Well, unless they have a meltdown and flip out. It’d scare the crap out of me to see inside of my mind, if I was someone else, that is.”
“You aren’t the most articulate person I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.” Pearl smiled and relaxed her arms"."Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our beautiful picture prompt.
September 20, 2013
Satuday Sippers in The Locker
Saturday Sippers in The LockerAhoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new, sometimes, skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J My hubby has been hard at work remodeling a new space for me, building a new library in our front room, and re-tiling our floors. I will have my own writing cubby under the stairs and hibernate like Harry Potter. JIn honor of builders and hard workers everywhere, it is fitting to propose this drink, its’ namesake comes from a handtool:SLIM SCREWDRIVER! Ingredients1 ounce vodka2 ounces orange juice2 ounces diet lemon-lime soda*Orange slice for garnishFill a glass with ice; add vodka and a splash of orange juice. Top with diet lemon-lime soda. Mix. Garnish with orange slice. 80 Calories per serving*a word of observance about diet or low-calorie soda- I noticed the new Dr. Pepper 10 or Sunkist 10, etc the drinks boasting 10 calories still have high fructose corn syrup in the ingredients! If you are trying to stay away from that stuff, you might be better off with less of the real deal. Sodas from Mexico or the throwbacks (i.e. Pepsi Throwback or Mountain Dew Throwback) are made with real sugar.
September 19, 2013
Flasher Fiction Friday - Don't Insult Your Master
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, it's Friday and time to Flash! I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday!
"...Isaac held steadfast. “Don’t do it, Sarah, I’m not letting go and I won’t let you try to get rid of me with your usual strategy in life. I don’t care if it pisses you off, this is how it is. Your games won’t work with me, unless you sabotage us on purpose. I won’t reassure you on a daily of my honesty, because, frankly, it’s insulting my word. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
Sarah physically relented, realizing every word he spoke with unrequited certainty. “Yes, I hear you Isaac.” She slumped further in the hard chair."
Please visit some other writers for their take on this unique photo. Some of the entries may vary in heat levels. Read at your own discretion. :)
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/Doris O'Connor: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.... Stevens: http://jp-stevens.blogspot.co.ukMuffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.comJ S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/N... Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.comDavee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/Leann Mitchell: http://leannmitchell.blogspot.com/Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com/
"...Isaac held steadfast. “Don’t do it, Sarah, I’m not letting go and I won’t let you try to get rid of me with your usual strategy in life. I don’t care if it pisses you off, this is how it is. Your games won’t work with me, unless you sabotage us on purpose. I won’t reassure you on a daily of my honesty, because, frankly, it’s insulting my word. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
Sarah physically relented, realizing every word he spoke with unrequited certainty. “Yes, I hear you Isaac.” She slumped further in the hard chair."
Please visit some other writers for their take on this unique photo. Some of the entries may vary in heat levels. Read at your own discretion. :)
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/Doris O'Connor: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.... Stevens: http://jp-stevens.blogspot.co.ukMuffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.comJ S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/N... Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.comDavee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/Leann Mitchell: http://leannmitchell.blogspot.com/Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com/
September 18, 2013
Just Out of My Grasp - My Personal Journey with SLE
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I found out on June 19, 2013 the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire. Hugs for today … Of course I read all the paperwork and prescription information the rheumy (the cute nickname for rheumatologist) gives to me. The usual glutton for punishment I am, I burn up the computer keys in searches for more details. I need to know more about lupus and the various problems associated with the disease. Everything I read scares the wits from me- Especially the discussion forums for people posting their experiences and daily struggles of living. Where did this name, lupus, come from anyway? It sounds almost benign. From Lupus.Org Q. Where did the name "lupus" come from?A. Lupus was probably first observed in the 13th century, and the physician who described it called it "wolf's bite" because of the redness across the cheeks. The term "lupus erythematosus" was first used in 1851 by a French physician named Pierre Cazenave. "Lupus" is the Latin word for "wolf," and "erythema" is the Greek word for "redness" or "blush." As physicians saw more of the disease and understood more about it, a physician named Moriz Kaposi used the terms "lupus disseminated" and "lupus discoid" for the first time in the mid-1800s to describe skin disorders. The famous Sir William Osler first used the term "SLE" in papers he wrote on systemic lupus at the turn of the century; however, it was not until the 1920s and 1930s that SLE was really defined. -- Evelyn V. Hess, M.D., M.A.C.R., M.A.C.P.So, am I a wolf? LOL- with the Eye of the Tiger?The more I read, the more I staunchly decide that will NOT be me. It can’t be me! I have way too much living to do, races to run, jobs to do, places to visit, bike rides to take. No one in their right mind wants this diagnosis. The future is far too unknown and lupus can affect healthy organs in a cruel and ill-timed whim. Where literally a day may begin normally and end up horribly with little warning.The frustrating part is the not knowing and how little is known about how lupus actually affects systems such as the Central Nervous System, which I have large involvement.
To be continued...
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire. Hugs for today … Of course I read all the paperwork and prescription information the rheumy (the cute nickname for rheumatologist) gives to me. The usual glutton for punishment I am, I burn up the computer keys in searches for more details. I need to know more about lupus and the various problems associated with the disease. Everything I read scares the wits from me- Especially the discussion forums for people posting their experiences and daily struggles of living. Where did this name, lupus, come from anyway? It sounds almost benign. From Lupus.Org Q. Where did the name "lupus" come from?A. Lupus was probably first observed in the 13th century, and the physician who described it called it "wolf's bite" because of the redness across the cheeks. The term "lupus erythematosus" was first used in 1851 by a French physician named Pierre Cazenave. "Lupus" is the Latin word for "wolf," and "erythema" is the Greek word for "redness" or "blush." As physicians saw more of the disease and understood more about it, a physician named Moriz Kaposi used the terms "lupus disseminated" and "lupus discoid" for the first time in the mid-1800s to describe skin disorders. The famous Sir William Osler first used the term "SLE" in papers he wrote on systemic lupus at the turn of the century; however, it was not until the 1920s and 1930s that SLE was really defined. -- Evelyn V. Hess, M.D., M.A.C.R., M.A.C.P.So, am I a wolf? LOL- with the Eye of the Tiger?The more I read, the more I staunchly decide that will NOT be me. It can’t be me! I have way too much living to do, races to run, jobs to do, places to visit, bike rides to take. No one in their right mind wants this diagnosis. The future is far too unknown and lupus can affect healthy organs in a cruel and ill-timed whim. Where literally a day may begin normally and end up horribly with little warning.The frustrating part is the not knowing and how little is known about how lupus actually affects systems such as the Central Nervous System, which I have large involvement.
To be continued...
September 16, 2013
Tuesday Tales - Through the Glass....
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "glass". Please see how I use "glass" in my new WIP erotic romance, Sexy Bea Spelling. Our heroine, Bea, challenges Andrew, but, will he melt her heart?
Andrew followed Bea’s address orders and arrived at five minutes till eight. The small non-descript Italian restaurant sat between a dry cleaner and hair salon. The weathered rich red brick must have been fifty years old, if not older. A few bistro tables in a variety of colors advertised al fresco seating just by their position on the sidewalk. Classic chianti bottles held plain white wax candles that had melted down the bottle necks. The flames flickered in the gentle evening breeze. Bea sat alone at a green table, sipping a deep rose wine, occasionally twirling the glass and inspecting the jewel toned liquid.“Does it have legs?” Andrew asked, walking up behind her while putting a hand on Bea’s shoulder. Bea subtly startled. “Legs? What are you talking about?” Bea looked down quickly toward her legs then back to Andrew. “Your wine, I meant your wine. You know, does it have legs?” “I’m quite certain I’m not sure what you mean.” Bea sat the wine glass on the table. “Please, pick it up and swirl the wine around, I’ll show you what I’m referring to.”Bea tilted and circled the glass around by the stem as he instructed. “What am I looking for?”“Really tilt it, give it a good spin so the wine makes it up the sides of the globe.”Once again she did as he asked, then, Andrew pointed to the inside of the goblet. “Look, can you see how the wine slowly slides back down to the bottom? Those tasty streaks indicate the wine you’re drinking has a healthy alcohol content.”“I’m guessing healthy is a relative term in this case.”“Yes, it is. More defined and longer lasting legs indicate higher alcohol content.” Andrew scraped a metal chair across the cement sidewalk to sit closer to Bea. “Have you been here long?”“Long enough to believe that my wine really does have legs. I should drink it before it runs away.” Bea giggled, and her cheeks bloomed a crimson almost matching the wine. “I was surprised to receive your message this morning.” Andrew looked around suspiciously. “Is this a set up?”“No, I honestly felt bad about this morning. I don’t believe you knew that train wreck was coming.”
Andrew’s eyes darkened. “I’d hope not, especially at the expense of one of my men. I’m not that horrible.”"Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our word prompt "glass".
Andrew followed Bea’s address orders and arrived at five minutes till eight. The small non-descript Italian restaurant sat between a dry cleaner and hair salon. The weathered rich red brick must have been fifty years old, if not older. A few bistro tables in a variety of colors advertised al fresco seating just by their position on the sidewalk. Classic chianti bottles held plain white wax candles that had melted down the bottle necks. The flames flickered in the gentle evening breeze. Bea sat alone at a green table, sipping a deep rose wine, occasionally twirling the glass and inspecting the jewel toned liquid.“Does it have legs?” Andrew asked, walking up behind her while putting a hand on Bea’s shoulder. Bea subtly startled. “Legs? What are you talking about?” Bea looked down quickly toward her legs then back to Andrew. “Your wine, I meant your wine. You know, does it have legs?” “I’m quite certain I’m not sure what you mean.” Bea sat the wine glass on the table. “Please, pick it up and swirl the wine around, I’ll show you what I’m referring to.”Bea tilted and circled the glass around by the stem as he instructed. “What am I looking for?”“Really tilt it, give it a good spin so the wine makes it up the sides of the globe.”Once again she did as he asked, then, Andrew pointed to the inside of the goblet. “Look, can you see how the wine slowly slides back down to the bottom? Those tasty streaks indicate the wine you’re drinking has a healthy alcohol content.”“I’m guessing healthy is a relative term in this case.”“Yes, it is. More defined and longer lasting legs indicate higher alcohol content.” Andrew scraped a metal chair across the cement sidewalk to sit closer to Bea. “Have you been here long?”“Long enough to believe that my wine really does have legs. I should drink it before it runs away.” Bea giggled, and her cheeks bloomed a crimson almost matching the wine. “I was surprised to receive your message this morning.” Andrew looked around suspiciously. “Is this a set up?”“No, I honestly felt bad about this morning. I don’t believe you knew that train wreck was coming.”
Andrew’s eyes darkened. “I’d hope not, especially at the expense of one of my men. I’m not that horrible.”"Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our word prompt "glass".
September 13, 2013
Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Saturday Sippers in The LockerAhoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new, sometimes, skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J Hard to believe, but, here in Texas, we are still hitting 100 degrees in September. A frozen drink is still in order and tequila is good ANY time of the year.FROZEN LIME MARGARITAS! Ingredients12 ounce can frozen limeade2/3 cup tequila1 ½ cup orange liqueur4 cups ice cubes½ limeCoarse saltCocktail cherry for garnishPrepare margarita glasses by using a thick slice of lime to rub the rim of each glass. Invert glass into a dish of coarse salt to coat rim. Blend ingredients. Add ice cubes and blend until mixture becomes slushy. Garnish with cocktail cherry. Serves 10122 Calories per serving
Flasher Fiction Friday
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday!
“Okay, well, if you’re having one, I’ll have the same.” He dropped his lean frame into a chair on the patio, watching her intently.Bea dropped ice cubes into the short glass. “Andrew, I want you to know I don’t regret meeting you.” She poured his drink and walked over to him, sitting down.“I sense a “but” coming.” Andrew took a draw of his drink.“But, never in a million years would I have thought a ménage a` trois would be on my bucket list.” Bea’s cheeks reddened and she rolled the tumbler of scotch between her shaky hands."Please visit some other writers for their take on this unique photo. Some of the entries may vary in heat levels. Read at your own discretion. J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.comMuffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.comJ.P. Stevens: http://jp-stevens.blogspot.co.ukDoris O'Connor: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com/Leann Mitchell: http://leannmitchell.blogspot.com/Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/Panlo Michaels: http://pmmanmanromance.com/ER Pierce: http://www.erpierce.com/blog
September 11, 2013
Just Out of My Grasp- My Personal Journey with SLE
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I found out on June 19, 2013 the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE. Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire. Hugs for today …
“You are in the early stages of menopause, and your testosterone levels are a bit low”, my good ole OB/GYN told me. “We have a hormone pellet therapy that you might benefit from.”GOODY! An answer! Raise the hormonal levels, gain energy and LOSE weight. I’m on the road to back to normal. Which at 43 is important, because I have many more things to do. I have a full time day job, a full time job as a published author, two adult kids to keep on track, and one newly teenaged daughter with a schedule busier than mine. Life can be good again. When can I get the pellet?Oh, yea, I have my follow-up with the rheumatologist for some results of lab work I submitted several weeks ago. After that appointment, I’ll get in to see the OB and get this health and fitness train moving again. Derailed.“We have your lab results back and I want to show you something.” My rheumy wheels that little rolling stool over next to me in my chair. Docs only do that when they have something serious to talk about.I’m confused. She begins with the normal results from liver function, kidney function, CBC, vitamin levels, yadda yadda yadda. Things turn south on the last page. Apparently, my ANA levels were pretty bad. The normal range ends at 99 and mine were over 500. (We will talk about those more in a future blog.) Suffice it to say something was going bad wrong in my DNA in the form of a war almost daily in my cells. Have you had any other symptoms? Like headaches, chest pains, rashes, painful urination, osteoporosis, fatigue, unexplained pains, or fever?Uh, yea. So? I thought we talked about this already. My OB says I’m early menopausal. Just get me the pellet and fix it.GET ME THE DAMN PELLET AND FIX IT.
“You are in the early stages of menopause, and your testosterone levels are a bit low”, my good ole OB/GYN told me. “We have a hormone pellet therapy that you might benefit from.”GOODY! An answer! Raise the hormonal levels, gain energy and LOSE weight. I’m on the road to back to normal. Which at 43 is important, because I have many more things to do. I have a full time day job, a full time job as a published author, two adult kids to keep on track, and one newly teenaged daughter with a schedule busier than mine. Life can be good again. When can I get the pellet?Oh, yea, I have my follow-up with the rheumatologist for some results of lab work I submitted several weeks ago. After that appointment, I’ll get in to see the OB and get this health and fitness train moving again. Derailed.“We have your lab results back and I want to show you something.” My rheumy wheels that little rolling stool over next to me in my chair. Docs only do that when they have something serious to talk about.I’m confused. She begins with the normal results from liver function, kidney function, CBC, vitamin levels, yadda yadda yadda. Things turn south on the last page. Apparently, my ANA levels were pretty bad. The normal range ends at 99 and mine were over 500. (We will talk about those more in a future blog.) Suffice it to say something was going bad wrong in my DNA in the form of a war almost daily in my cells. Have you had any other symptoms? Like headaches, chest pains, rashes, painful urination, osteoporosis, fatigue, unexplained pains, or fever?Uh, yea. So? I thought we talked about this already. My OB says I’m early menopausal. Just get me the pellet and fix it.GET ME THE DAMN PELLET AND FIX IT.
