I'm not a Halloween person so the thought of finding a picture reflecting the day seemed a daunting task. That is until I looked out the window as I was waiting for the doctor to come in. Add a couple little photo color enhancements and...
As Halloween-y as I get. As for everyone else, enjoy your time with your trick or treaters.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Day 608
Most days I love my camera. Occasionally it doesn't get me the picture I want.
Today's sunrise was spectacular. Blues, purples, yellows, and oranges. But the camera just couldn't capture the true colors.
Today's sunrise was spectacular. Blues, purples, yellows, and oranges. But the camera just couldn't capture the true colors.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Day 607
I've purposely kept the following information out of the blog, but it's time to open up about it.
It started with an uneasy feeling and progressed into an on-edge feeling. It has continued with additional symptoms. The inability to get to sleep or stay asleep. Excessive worry. Stomach aches. Sweating. Pounding heart. Uncontrolled eating.
Turmoil, like a knot in the pit of my stomach, or in my chest or in my head. So much so I'm about ready to burst. Or maybe yell. Or maybe throw something. Or maybe cry hysterically. Like I'm going crazy.
After searching the internet for the symptoms, I'm self diagnosing myself. Anxiety disorder.
For quite some time I had been the relaxed live one-day-at-a-time person. But that changed a few weeks back. I think balancing caregiver with worker and wage earner with bill payer with housekeeper with sewing-for-charity lady with gardener with rheumatoid arthritis sufferer with _________ (fill in the blank) has gotten the best of me.
I've been trying really hard to avoid other people for fear of having an outburst. I haven't had one yet but I'm on the verge of losing it. I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday so I gotta hang in there just another couple days.
The worst part has been just that - the fear of losing it. Also the uncontrolled eating - that's not the greatest either. The only way I've been able to cope is to hide. Hide in the sewing room and try and keep as busy as I can.
The first version of this next quilt top was a little off. I contemplated taking all the borders off but decided against it. The second version looks a little bit better with the addition of some appliques on the corner. Sure hope the little gal likes purple.
It started with an uneasy feeling and progressed into an on-edge feeling. It has continued with additional symptoms. The inability to get to sleep or stay asleep. Excessive worry. Stomach aches. Sweating. Pounding heart. Uncontrolled eating.
Turmoil, like a knot in the pit of my stomach, or in my chest or in my head. So much so I'm about ready to burst. Or maybe yell. Or maybe throw something. Or maybe cry hysterically. Like I'm going crazy.
After searching the internet for the symptoms, I'm self diagnosing myself. Anxiety disorder.
For quite some time I had been the relaxed live one-day-at-a-time person. But that changed a few weeks back. I think balancing caregiver with worker and wage earner with bill payer with housekeeper with sewing-for-charity lady with gardener with rheumatoid arthritis sufferer with _________ (fill in the blank) has gotten the best of me.
I've been trying really hard to avoid other people for fear of having an outburst. I haven't had one yet but I'm on the verge of losing it. I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday so I gotta hang in there just another couple days.
The worst part has been just that - the fear of losing it. Also the uncontrolled eating - that's not the greatest either. The only way I've been able to cope is to hide. Hide in the sewing room and try and keep as busy as I can.
The first version of this next quilt top was a little off. I contemplated taking all the borders off but decided against it. The second version looks a little bit better with the addition of some appliques on the corner. Sure hope the little gal likes purple.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Day 606
How do you know you're loved? When a kitty cat comes and hangs out on the bar stool while you're cooking in the kitchen.
Except it wasn't out of love for us...it was love for food. She thought we were getting ready to feed her.
Except it wasn't out of love for us...it was love for food. She thought we were getting ready to feed her.
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