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It’s come to my attention that I’m clairvoyant

And it’s not anything that I ever wanted, but I guess since it’s not in any way a career path, we’re all good.  Since my left brain-ness typically only considers the literal about most things, it takes me a while to ‘get’ anything outside the box, because I’m legalistic that way.  In summary of this situation, one might say, I failed to add two and two, where the most basic of addition would have lead me to recognize a simple correlation between nearby regional earthquakes and a challenging vertigo episode that often begins within a few hours to 48 hours before a quake.  Perhaps it all depends on how slow or fast the tectonic plates shift or how massive the seismic activity in my geographic region?  Is there a seismic expert in the house?

I only recognized this during the recent few months that with each earthquake that has occurred within my region in the last 20 years, I’ve experienced severe vertigo.  By ‘severe’, I mean vertigo that has me seeing doubles/triples and everything around me spinning at an exponential speed.  How’s that for fun?  On the bright side, this ‘fun’ occurs without warning and gives me a sensation that I am taking full advantage of an unlimited pass to ride all the twisting and turning roller-coasters on this planet – all in a few minutes.  Yay for me!  Now the reality is that one of these unwelcome vertigo episodes begins with spinning and often gets worse through the first day only to climax until the earthquake occurs.  Then as a final reminder to not forget that this unwelcome guest stopped-by and overstayed its welcome, it provides a sickness ‘hangover’ for at least a day after the event.  When you’ve been sick with a cold or flu for example and have taken those fantastic symptom hiding over-the-counter treatments like the, “Sniffling, sneezing, head-aching, so you can rest magic,” and wake the next morning feeling a little more clear-headed, but wondering where and what barricade you hit going 55 miles per hour, that’s the medicine hangover I’m talking about, as I wouldn’t know anything about other types.

When the most recent episode occurred June 23, I posted to the social network:  I said something to the effect that, “History states whenever I experience a severe case of vertigo, an earthquake occurs in my geographic region within 48 hours, but I hope for once I will be a false prophet.”  So, 48 hours came and went and nothing happened.  Except it did.  But I’m not on the network enough to see comments or even watch the local news because I might at times resemble living under a rock when said vertigo occurs.  Watching TV and reading the paper is impossible when I see doubles and triples of everything.  So, a friend saw my post and watched our regional news closely and notified me that a quake occurred on our fault line.  In Alaska.  Another quake occurred May 22 – same situation in me having vertigo a couple days ahead.  We also had a quake earlier in the year and like clock-work, vertigo set in a couple days in advance.  So wherever we’ve lived, vertigo is indicative of an earthquake within 48 hours.  I believe there’s a correlation between how much of he human body is water (60-75%) depending on which expert and just like the changing tides and the closer a full moon gets to earth, there is something that sets off my balance and the liquid in my inner-ear that goes wonky with seismic activity.

You probably agree that my husband had an interesting perspective about this.  B’s interpretation was that upon me discovering my ‘ability” to foresee earthquakes, I should also consider that God’s using this ability to communicate with me.  Wow!  That interpretation was unexpected.  Decades ago at the private school, my classmate’s nickname for me, was ‘Doubting Thomas,’ which could not be more accurate than it is now.  And the reason it’s relevant is because for over a year, I’ve received these ‘snapshots’ that just appear in my head.  These uninspired and by uninspired, I haven’t seen a tear-jerker commercial, for example, but these snapshots have been of me or B or both of us with one or two children, but since we don’t have children, I got into the habit of quickly disregarding these ‘snapshots.’  (I’ll share with you later about B’s reaction a few months ago to my confession about the snapshots).  And that’s why B’s interpretation is that just like I foresee earthquakes, God’s trying to show me that these snapshots are going to be reality.  What?  Whoa, Dude!  No way! Is this even a reasonable possibility?  Yes.  Matthew 19:26.  And Mark 9:24 has also become a daily reference.  Dear Lord, I want to believe and I think I believe, but help me overcome my unbelief!

Are you clairvoyant or have you experienced anything like this or have you been a witness to someone experiencing this?

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I was mad at God…

I have been all over the place mentally and emotionally, therefore, my blogging has suffered severely for all you daily followers – wink, wink.  A couple of months ago, I was in the middle of being angry with God.  Nothing was immune from my long and increasing list of grievances toward God about… the distance from my family in WA, my husband’s health, my dad’s health as he fights cancer, my now late cat, my circumstances, well…everything.  But God is merciful and lead me back to being on track with him.  I am ashamed to admit that I was holding God to some very wrong and misguided performance based expectations – as in if I was being blessed, than I felt like I should spend time in prayer and reading my Bible, but there was nothing going-on in which I was thankful because I was stuck in my pit of despair.  But I am out of that now.  He has a plan for me and I just have to follow his lead.  And for this control-freak-extraordinaire, that is the most challenging because I want to be in charge.

I have to back-up a bit, but the history is necessary so back in January, I was at our small group and our group’s new Bible study had me almost immediately feeling very convicted and I was like, “Oh-no-you-di-n’t!” all the way home by myself because B had to work late, which was a good thing as I had time to think.  The next morning, the conviction hadn’t gone away though and I was like, “This is completely unacceptable.”  The Holy Spirit had convicted me of being apathetic and showed me I needed to volunteer at church.  At which point I joined our church’s cleaning team and also became a Sunday School Teacher.  And the squirming stopped and I had peace because I was obedient to God, but then at some point, I started thinking, “Since I’m doing this and this, You need to do somethings for me,” but God does not work like that and I already know this, but I was stuck in seeing so many things around me not go according to my plan.  But it’s not about and has never been about my plan.

I don’t even know where to pin-point when/how the anger started, but I do know there’s been some things following me around for a while  years because I never let-go of for example our failed adoption.  I heard something a while back to the effect that if I don’t let go of things that God has forgiven me for, it’s like re-crucifying Jesus again and again, which is like saying his forgiveness wasn’t good enough the first time.  So like confession, I was waiting for my sovereign God to confess to me his allowing our adoption to fail.  Pretty wacky, huh?  I finally came to the eye-opening conclusion years ago that the failed adoption was our own fault and I’ve also been working on not chastising myself repeatedly for stuff I’ve been forgiven.  In the middle of this, I began to recognize the snapshots that periodically and randomly appeared, but at the beginning of seeing those about a year ago, I quickly disregarded them and thought, “Where did that come from?”  But then a few weeks ago, B and I were chatting about his job and how moving back to WA is not even on the horizon as God has kept us here for a reason and then my next comment was so unexpected as it hadn’t even been something I thought about.  I said, “Maybe we’re still here to adopt a child.”  WHAT?!?  Even after I said that, I was confused, so I have to believe, it was God-led because after the attempted adoption seven years ago, that option was far from either of our thoughts.  But then B had a lot of questions about me thinking about this because again, this was far from being an option for either of us.

So, in FBI questioning-a suspect-style, B set-up a bright-light shining in my eyes at our dining room table, where he sat on the opposite side to interrogate me. Just kidding about the light, but his rapid-fire questions combined with my own somewhat confused answers were very much making both of us pause to reassess many things, but mainly that we both recognized that the failed adoption was our own fault – it didn’t make the failure hurt any less, but instead of following God’s lead seven years ago, we made the mistake of taking things into our own hands and never sought his guidance, which could’ve saved us a lot of grief and some savings.   In summary, after much prayer and conviction, we decided to try again, but we are not leading this charge.  God has his hands all over this because there is nothing about this situation that makes an ounce of sense, which I will address next time.

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I am the worst blogger.  Ever.  

Updating and sharing…  I get so caught-up in doing irrelevant tasks like decorating the house (as I should have done years ago) and baking and currently researching to understand trends, that when I’m riding such a wave of momentum that I cannot stop or maybe I don’t stop?   Shortly after I completed the ‘making our house a home’ ordeal back in early April, I was able to again join a gym.  I’ve missed that daily habit for several years and when my MS improved back in ’05 and we were still in WA, I joined a gym and enlisted the help of a trainer who coincidentally also has MS, and provided me with a detailed program of cardio exercises, strength-building and toning exercises for me to keep some level of strength.  But, since moving, I really had not been in a gym in years.  I’m thankful most of the strength that I’d built remained during my gym absence and I was able to work the same major and minor muscle groups each day that I did earlier, so it took only a couple of weeks to get back into the habit in 2015.  So once again these activities became part of my current routine with lifting four days a week, and doing between 7-10 miles of cardio on my recumbent bike at home daily.

Another project that’s had my ongoing attention is getting our pool ready for Pool-Season.  During winter and early spring, there’s a minor level of maintenance required except after days of excessive wind and leaves blowing into the pool a few days each month.  We had a couple of weeks of windy weather in late April, which resulted in a slightly cloudy pool from all the dust and then the vacuüm stopped working, but was not clogged so I enlisted a professional to diagnose our pool’s problem.  I didn’t know what I didn’t know and I hate to claim ignorance, but there were a few steps that went ignored with our pool maintenance.   So after cleaning the filters and getting ALL the appropriate  equipment, with my newly acquired knowledge of ALL the steps, the pool is running just fine for the coming summer Pool-Season, which now that we’re consistently involved with our small group from church and they’re aware of our pool, there are definite expectations of us hosting pool-related barbecues/get-togethers.

Also relating to Pool-Season, my hair is short again.  Long hair gets hot on my neck and I gripe about it for a month, even with it pulled-up in a pony-tail and I finally give in to getting it cut.  It’ll grow back, unless I determine the shorter do is a keeper…  Another thing is for years, my sister has been on me to watch Mad Men and a couple of weeks ago, B and I tried it a third time and well…we’re finally in.  Jon Hamm is gorgeous, which has nothing to do with anything, but have you seen “Million Dollar Arm”?  He’s definitely also a DB in that film just like he is in MM…  And Peggy?  Why didn’t anyone catch-on to her being pregnant?  I called that long before she even started showing…  Speaking of pregnancy, my sister is due in August and we’re once again attempting to adopt, but this time is different so more on that later.

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Star Date 3-9-15 and it’s been 120 years since my last log-in

or maybe it’s been days, but either way, it seems eons since I last had an opportunity to think in non-organizing mode, let alone blog mode…  Much has happened and has had my attention focused on many important matters. I have my hand in at least 40 cookie-jars right now – one of which is literally full of German Chocolate cake cookies ready to eat on-demand. Don’t judge. My homemade treats power-ups are yummy and will provide for whatever the moment calls – sugary-sweet-goodness, energy comfort, inspiration, etc. for things like finally UNpacking the plethora of now empty boxes and decorating our home with the contents of said boxes. My mom helped to pick-out and decorate the home we built back in ’05 because she has a good eye (actually she has two) for choosing and determining the best placement for whatever accessory. But since my Mom’s over 1000 miles away, I have to pretend to have an interior designer and Nate Berkus is the only available party to show-up because I’m on a limited zero budget like that and because I can barely see him via my out-dated iPad on YouTube in my living room like that. Following Mom’s and NB’s lead, it finally looks like a home after only (ahem) three years in this house…

The interior of my our home appears just a little different and even smells different thanks to the aforementioned cookies. I now hate leaving the house for entirely different reasons, which around the last time I blogged, I believe I wrote relating to how much work it is to be friendly or social with others and dealing with changing my agoraphobic-like tendencies for the purpose to cease being a hermit. And boy have things changed!?! This isn’t to brag (perhaps a little), but every week since the beginning of February, I’ve attended our weekly small-group and even participated!  Yay for me, but before I get into everything else happening, I need to mention that mid-February 2015 marked the 10 year anniversary when God began paving the way to and allowing the small changes that evolved into big changes that allowed me to walk again sans using the always packed wheelchair that became necessary to get me from a parking lot into a store for a shopping trip. Thank you, Lord to sustaining me and continuing to sustain me!  When I began to regain feeling and started walking on my own once again, unintentionally, I began walking differently.  High-stepping became the new normal, but I didn’t think twice about it as I was walking!  Did I mention ‘walking’?

Over the years, I periodically had issues with my left hip giving me pain, but I took an ibuprofen and disregarded the inconvenience as I had more important things to consider – like the fact that I was WALKING!  Back then, I almost immediately made a goal to do a triathlon because I believed I could and would, but what I didn’t realize was that because of the MS related numbness, lack of feeling and absence of strength in my right side for years, the high-stepping would do a great deal of damage to my good and stronger left side-regardless of the muscle I had built.  (That whole brain-relay-to-body issue was a problem.)  Yes, doing a triathlon was a lofty goal, but I worked-out and trained like I would do it one day.

‘Darling, I don’t know why I go to extremes.  Too high or too low, there ain’t no in-betweens.  And if I stand or I fall, it’s all or nothing at all, Darling I don’t know why I go to extremes.’ (thank you for such an appropriate song, Billy Joel).  I love that song.  It’s not the most upbeat, but those lyrics still resonate because I tend to consistently fail in finding the middle-ground.  Left or right, black or white…  Thus, my inability to effectively self-manage because I become so consumed with accomplishing whatever has taken over my thoughts.  And when I finally gained a realistic understanding that what MS took away can never be returned or rebuilt, I became discouraged, angry and essentially quit trying because it seemed my efforts were in vain.  I mean, why bother?  With anything…

But once I got over myself after years of this unhealthy outlook and during the last several weeks, the years of fogginess lifted, I quit being stubborn and I gained a new level of clarity that I have not seen in a very long time.  So imagine that combined with the new Bible study, which coincidentally began the same week, convicted me of being apathetic.  Oh-no-You-di-n’t!   And oh-yes-He-did because the first chapter was about doing something.  Nothing specific, but ‘Do something, Jenn’ was what I kept hearing, seeing and everywhere.  I hate that feeling.  That feeling is unacceptable.  So, I did something.  I volunteered at church doing some things that are a great fit.  1.  I joined the church-cleaning team and my particular group within the 16 member team cleans every four weeks.  2.  I am also now a Sunday School teacher to two and three-year-olds, aka the fabulous ‘Super Juniors.’  Which makes me very much miss my own sweet niece and super-junior-size nephew…

Brain on overload, thoughts all over the place… this will require a few attempts to write an installment…oh how I’ve missed your non-judgmental patience as I get my feces collated, Blog…

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Funny Friday

We’re already at the first Friday of February 2015!  I love a good parody vid and this “All About That Cake(and Chicken)” vid is pretty cute (tune based on Meghan Trainor’s “All About That Bass.”

The magnified size of a spider (in my head) might explain why I have this irrational fear of those eight-legged monsters…

What a great idea!!!

Lie detector test – but kids never lie!

Enjoy and have a fabulous weekend!

~Jenn

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Let’s talk about intentions

Merriam Webster’s website (2015) defines intention as a noun and “something you aim to do” or a “purpose.”   I believe that most people hope and aim to do their best and make intentions / commitments accordingly, therefore one might say that, “They had the best INTENTIONS.”  I occasionally hear and read emails from or about people admitting to an event or something they intended to do, but obviously failed since the word was in the past-tense.  Failed intentions are quickly given a pass because that wasn’t their, let’s say it together, INTENTION.  The word is over-used and loosely-used to excuse an over-commitment (lie) /  bad behavior or a failure.  Now I’m confident that there are a great many who will call me judgmental and say I lack tolerance of people’s situations and go on to say that I must be perfect, blah, blah blah…  I am far from perfection, but as a Christian, I try to do better than the day before and never over-commit.  I was once one of those obtuse folks who over-committed and later canceled last-minute because I had the best of intentions to participate in making some donated goodies, for example, or however I committed only to later realize I committed to an activity in which I aimed to participate, that I really never had any intention of being involved. Okay, now get over yourself because you wouldn’t be that defensive if you weren’t also guilty of this.

At one time, I intended / committed to make cookies every Sunday for our old church.  It was a small church and I needed to make only seven dozen cookies, which I often made every Saturday-night for the next morning.  Considering how much I love baking, it was a very small act of service, but there came a point a few months later after doing this every weekend when I became bored and would cancel because I just didn’t feel like baking.  Granted I had health issues that were becoming a contributing factor in this, but I should have resigned from my commitment ahead of time instead of being proud and stubborn.  I spoke with someone about this and Mickey pointed out to me that intentions can go either way – we either do what we committed to do or we intend to not follow-through.  When he further explained that it’s either/or  or pass/fail, my eyes were opened more widely because I think like many, we think our intentions outweigh outcomes.  But they do not.

About intentions in marriage…

Commitments / intentions should be as solid as your marriage vows and upheld.  You make a commitment to your spouse and you should do whatever you have to to make sure you do not fail.  Obviously, emergencies happen and must be accommodated, but a commitment remains a commitment.  Over recent months this has become somewhat of a thing in my marriage.  We’re working on 19 years together, but it’s been fairly consistent during only the last couple of years that B’s intentions to do something for me have some sort of ‘optional’ clause to not follow-through, perhaps?  It is a bit hurtful, I admit, but because he intended to follow-through, I think he thinks that he should receive points for the intention, I guess?  Now these broken commitments are small in the grand scheme and are not by any means divorce-worthy.  However, it remains hurtful that I might have become somewhat of a sacrifice, as he makes sure he follows-through with each commitment beyond us.  Perhaps he doesn’t want to appear a flake among coworkers or peers?

It’s interesting that people have such varying perspectives on intentions with spouses.   For one individual, an intention to a spouse is as good as a signed contract and they will move mountains to ensure the intention/commitment remains unbroken, but for another, who sees their spouse as ‘just my husband’ or ‘just my wife,’ they have given themselves the option to fail [Stop taking your spouse for granted!], when it should be the complete opposite as they should elevate their spouse’s importance instead of diminishing it.  Commitments to a spouse to fix an appliance or prepare a platter of goodies for coworkers or whatever the task is should be more important than commitments to non-spouses since you’re married to one and only work with or for another.  I’ve never understood those who say things like that because essentially, they have lessened their spouses role and therefore their spouse’s value.  Many years ago, I attended a work-related event with my husband and when his boss walked-up and asked who I was, I smiled and said, “I’m just B’s wife, Jennifer.”  B’s boss responded with, “Hmm, you mean you ARE his wife and not just his wife…”  That might have been eye-opening for me because there I was speaking condescendingly about myself.

Now, I must explain that my husband is NOT a monster.  I think at times his focus gets wrapped-up in whatever project has his attention and that he doesn’t see the looming ‘something’s got to give’ warning sign up ahead.  Unfortunately, that something is most often me because typically I am an understanding wife I attempt to be an understanding wife.  I suspect there might be a few others in a similar situation and am curious how you address a concern with your spouse or do you prefer to avoid it?  What is your best approach?  What is your coping-mechanism?   I like wine, which may or may not be relevant in this situation, but I believe that I just stumbled upon another blog-post idea…

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~Jenn

 

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What I learned from football…

…is that nearly everyone is a coach [Monday Morning Quarterbacks, you know who you are].  This is my final take-away from watching the entire season of games.  Last Sunday’s Super Bowl ended my first complete NFL season of watching, following and learning.  I’m obviously far from being an expert like you, but are not most of us who lack the history of EVER being an NFL coach?  I posted to Facebook immediately following the Hawks loss to New England, something short – ‘Great game Hawks and Congrats Patriots,’ but couldn’t believe the feed posted relating to the Hawk’s losing the big game that demanded immediate termination of Pete Carroll.  Those same individuals (guilty of Monday Morning quarterbacking) generously gave away what other play shoulda (should have) happened that coulda (could have) and woulda (would have) guaranteed a repeat of the Hawks winning another championship game last Sunday.  [Apparently, I am surrounded by seers and clairvoyants.]  Do you Monday Morning quarterbacks really think Coach Carroll failed to consider ALL the play options?  It would seem a great many of you non-coaching experts like to coach from the sidelines of the social network.  And since you are clearly clairvoyant, have some confidence in your abilities to foresee outcomes while also having the cojones to put your ability to use publicly so you can gain some credibility and so we can avoid the shoulda, coulda, woulda conversations in the future.  Capisce?  I’m just another fan (not a Monday morning or any other day of the week quarterback), who suggests that perhaps your lack of confidence in your own team assessments is more of an indication that you’re symptomatic for possibly being passive aggressive since you’re a heckler style of coach, rather than taking your team management and play concerns directly to the coach personally…

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So should I suggest, “Shame on Mr. Carroll for failing to consider ALL the social network suggestions?”  No, but then, I also really doubt that Pete Carroll suffers from any level of short-shortsightedness or he wouldn’t be allowed to continue coaching.  Right?   In several articles, Coach Carroll took full responsibility for making the call on what final play the Seahawks attempted.  “I made the decision,” Carroll said. “I said, ‘Throw the ball,’ and we went with the play that we thought would give us a chance to get in the end zone. We had great match ups for the call that we made, and it didn’t work out. They made a better play than we did.”  (O’Connor, ESPN,  2015) And Pete Carroll has the experience and credibility required as a paid coach to make that determination of which play to execute and when.  The play didn’t win the game and that was disappointing, but the majority of us were NOT on the field next to him to offer our not-so-news-worthy insight and therefore, failed to see the ENTIRE picture of what lead to Coach Carroll’s determination.

I noticed that In addition to you Monday morning quarterbacks, apparently all  you wannabe coaches are really coaches masquerading in a number of day-jobs, like entrepreneurs or working for ‘the man.’   Who would have thought that there are so many of these professionals who are really coaches in-disguise?  But even more surprising was that some of these individuals have the time to successfully do so many jobs  – your paid position, your football analysis position and then also act as an unpaid wannabe coach – in addition to having families.  Wow!  Y’all are setting the bar pretty high for simpletons like me who just want to be entertained watching a fantastic team who wants to win a game, but then I’m really just another fan who believes that those who are in the actual position of Coach – like Pete Carroll – he probably has the required qualifications to…well…Coach.  So I propose instead of coaching from the sidelines like a heckler, confront the Hawk’s GM John Schneider and prove that you’re more qualified than the team’s current coach because your coaching expertise is clearly under-utilized as your wannabe coaching from a social network’s sidelines might indicate.  Best of luck obtaining the position and I’ll look for your name on next season’s roster.  Go Hawks!

If your ability as a clairvoyant suggested the majority of this was going to be sarcastic, congratulation for reading the obvious.

Do you also find Monday morning quarterbacks annoying?  Please explain.

~Jenn

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Last weekend the Seahawks Won because of me

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I’m not so self-important to really think that I had anything to do with the Hawk’s win against the Packers last Sunday, but I do think God did allow them to win for me.  The last few years my faith has been inconsistent and consistently wavering.  At some point, I somehow started believing that blessings from God were  performance-based.  I know that my assessment of performance-based blessing is entirely false and thank God!  I’m thankful He doesn’t work like that because if that were true, there’s no possibility that I would ever or could ever be blessed.   Then I have to remind myself that I never deserved to be healed, but God healed the status of MS so I could walk again and not require a wheelchair full-time.  I also must keep reminding myself that God continues working in my life and I also never deserved any of these ongoing blessings.  So when I was watching the game last Sunday and saw the Hawks on their way to a loss in the last quarter, I kept saying to myself that my God is a God of miracles as He’s shown me with my health that miracles clearly happen.  I prayed for and asked God, while also believing in a miracle that the Seahawks could still win the game.

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And they did.  Despite the great point deficit.  Congratulations, Seahawks and know I’m praying for another win against the Patriots next weekend!  GO HAWKS!   Regardless of whether God allowed the Seahawks to win for me or because of my tiny faith, God knew I needed a little encouragement and through that answer, God met me where I was in my wavering mustard seed faith.  Although I’m near the US gambling capital where I could have put a penny on Seattle to win, I’m confident that I wasn’t the only non-betting person praying for the Hawks to come out on top.  I also believe that God knew I desperately needed something to hold onto and for him to show me He’s still in control and that despite myself, He heard even my little prayer for an irrelevant football game outcome.  Thank you, Lord – I needed that.  I know that positive answer helped to confirm and re-energize my faith in an unseen God who WILL move us back to WA, but I must be patient in also having faith in his perfect timing. Thank you again, Lord Jesus!

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~ Jenn

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Is the potential to make things worse, worth the risk?

I’ve been in the middle of using those critical thinking skills and I think because of my tendency to analyze and reanalyze in all numbers of equations, those skills only become more and sharper to more quickly come to reasonable conclusions.  I’ve been very blessed these last 10 years.  Rereading that number is incredible because I had to use a wheelchair from ’01 to ’05.  10 years ago I was able to quit using a wheelchair.  Wow!  I’ve tried to never take for granted what I have because this disease could easily and without notice, remove a number of abilities as it did in years past.  The abilities to walk, run, see, swallow and void without the proper tool for example are some things that I could not do for a number of years, so when I could do them again, I’ve tried to always remain grateful and Praise God that those abilities were returned to me and that I still have them 10 years later.  The high temperatures of last summer challenged my MS.  Obviously we’re months beyond last summer, but I wonder if it’s possible that the high temperatures continue to have a lingering effect on my current state.

too positive

I saw my neurologist yesterday and while I was in the waiting room I played an iPad game.  Being left-brained, I’m always playing games during which I mentally analyze a number of things that do not have anything to do with the game because I can play the game on ‘automatic pilot’ therefore allowing myself to think on other issues like determining if I’ve created a symptom or whether it was already a symptom.  As I was matching tiles, I noticed a feeling in my leg that I hadn’t experienced in years.  Numbness and tingling.  Then I disregarded what that feeling meant and continued playing.  The nurse lead me to a room and I noticed the feeling again.  A bit later on my way home from my neurologist’s, I was unsettled about the whole numbness episode because although I was conveniently at his office for an appointment, it seemed he was too quick to prescribe a new bout of treatment.  I signed the okay to move forward because I just wanted to get home.  I didn’t bother to turn on the radio while driving because I needed to pray and concentrate on what a new treatment might mean.  At home I immersed myself into tasks that needed to be done before the weekend began and finally, the dam broke and my eyes sweat (I cried).  When I once again acknowledged the unpredictability and reality of my disease, I researched the suggested drug and failed to see any endearing qualities so instead of filling the prescription, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing with exercise and diet.

10 years ago when I got better, I desperately needed a reboot and I quit taking the 13 symptom-chasing drugs that my prior neurologist in Washington kept prescribing for me because I needed to know if those were still necessary.  When I quit taking all those drugs, I almost immediately noticed that I felt better.  Feeling lucid and NOT feeling like a zombie or I guess what I assume a zombie may feel like, definitely feels better.  The list of 14 side-effects of this potential new prescription from my current neurologist included 7 issues that MS currently gives me and upon further reading, those issues would likely be exacerbated with the new prescription!  “hmm  Let me think about this…  gosh, everything sounds very enticing and like something with which I think I should definitely take some risks,” said no reasonable CrusaderJenn EVER.  As I’ve already been down the road of drug cocktails and symptom-chasing, I’m content to wait this round out.  I understand those who see my decision as foolish.  However, please take a moment to understand that I was diagnosed 20 years ago and from MS years 7 through 12, my MS symptoms covered many of those who have a more progressive form of MS.  I doubted my own longevity back then and I recently found out that my family also doubted that I’d make it to 30-years-old because my relapsing-remitting MS progressed so badly and so quickly.  But God did heal me and here I am 10 years later.

I am a big fan of Pinterest and here’s the link to my MS board.  I have to read this board daily as it provides me with a mental boost and some inspiration to keep Fighting the Good Fight.

   http://www.pinterest.com/CrusaderJenn/ms-battling-multiple-sclerosis/

~Jenn

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But wait, there’s more!

chaos

Oh the madness.  It’s too frightening, dysfunctional, maybe even a bit entertaining to hear about this from my husband, B…  Oh my poor husband…  God clearly has reason for B working there probably because It takes a lot to rattle him and as you may recall, B is currently working for the Wannabe’s unorganized LED light company.  You might also recall that OSHA is now involved and that they will be at the Wannabe’s office Wednesday to review the Wannabe’s permits, certifications (of which they have none) and to also interview current employees to understand if OSHA’s operation requirements are being met.  The gentleman that was hired at the same time as B, quit today before noon as he’d had enough of the workplace insanity.  My husband emailed me all of this during his lunch and said that Rinda is running around like a chicken sans head and desperately trying to make it B’s responsibility to locate the nonexistent document(s) that the Wannabes failed to obtain when they started their business almost five years ago.  Remember, B was hired for sales.  Well it seems that they’ve NEVER had or been required to have any of the necessary insurances or licenses or permits that are required for operating a business.  Hmm, can you spell i-l-l-e-g-a-l?

I am guessing that after D suddenly quit this morning, everything will now fall to B and the unofficial employee/intern R to fix.  Unless the owners can go back in time, they are in deep doo-doo.  Coming from this company that knows only chaos and mismanagement,  God opened the door for B to accept a new position that will begin next week.  We are hoping and praying this will be the last and long-awaited position he must take before we move.

Bless D’s heart for sticking around as long as he did and I wish him the best.

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