Life in 2020

My mother posed a question the other day. Only she didn't realize it was a question. She shared with me a collage that she made which stated "How we live now." Her statement of "How we live now" struck me and I asked myself "How am I living now? How has my life changed? How did the global distress of 2020 mold my life?" The answer came to me quickly. My creativity has blossomed. 

My mantra for 2020

graphic courtesy of my creative Mama

Here is a small sampling of how 2020 has encouraged my creativity to stretch and grow.

The pandemic hit California.

Each day all of us grows in our creativity. I love exploring new ways to create with my husband and mother. Artwork is always better when shared.

What I Can Control

There's so much about my body that I can't control. I have no say over my pain, migraines, dizziness, cramps, spasms, blurred vision, brain fog, fatigue... well... anything. There are some things that I can control however. One of them is my dental health.

No control

I have always been afraid of the dentist. I remember being very young and having a dentist literally lay his arm across my face as he worked on me. Another had the worst breath you can imagine that he breathed right on my face for what felt like hours as he inflicted nothing but pain. I thought intense pain was just part of the dental deal and all dentists were sick sadists.

As an older adult I finally found a good one. Though good dentists always seemed to hire evil hygienists who were awful. So it was common for me to go years and years with no dental care. 

I swore 2020 would be my year to get caught up on my dental care. I had finally found a good dentist who had been gentle with my son, so I thought I might be in ok hands. 

Let's Go!

Luckily I was right about the new dentist and everything went well. I'm now all caught up and can just keep up with my cleanings instead of needing expensive, painful work done. And he made sure it didn't hurt! YAY! I met my goal of catching up on my dental care this year and I feel really proud about that.

Now I'm on a roll and am working on getting a whiter smile with just those white strips you can buy. I like my fangs and crooked smile, but want them to be nice and clean looking. That's something I can fix and control.

Little Pleasures

Little pleasures pack a big punch and mean a lot to me.

I used to find pleasure in good grades, a helpful session with a client, a big vacation... big moments. Sure little moments were nice too, but they were often overshadowed by bigger expectations.

One of the gifts I now have is that ability to find pure bliss in the smallest thing. A perfect dandelion on a walk. Free plants found to nurture back to health. A morning cuddle with my man. Petting my soft dog. All of these make me feel as happy as I felt eating seafood in Dublin Ireland. 

But it's more than that. These series of small moments weave together to form the tapestry of my happy life. They feel like little shooting stars in the night sky bringing a surprise of pleasure to my day. I feel fortunate not just to have them, but to see them. They were always there, but often I was too focused on the bigger joys to really soak them in. Staring so hard at the planets if you will that I missed the magic of the stars.

When I learned to relax my tight grip on expectations, my future and even the day, I started to enjoy my treasures even more. Sinking into my soft bed to rest. Snuggling with my stuffed shark. The warm water as I take a long shower. I'm incredibly lucky to have too many of these moments to count. 

November Neurology

I saw my muscular neurologist last week. These appointments are always infrequent and stressful. It's stressful because I know it will involve a lot of testing. This one was no exception. For this visit I tried something new. I drew out an image of my body and what my current issues of concern are. I also made a list and sent it to her ahead of time.

They all shared that the drawing was very helpful. The resident suggested I start a comic strip with her as the main character. That gave me a chuckle.

The clinic had a new Pulmonologist who I really liked. She was very thorough and tested for things I hadn't been tested for before.

She said that I would benefit from a device called a "Cough Assist" and that my lung muscles were testing a little low. Given the lung issues I have that feels about right to me. I'm not too excited about a lung machine, but I'm trying to keep an open mind.

My neurologist chastised me for putting off my sleep study. I rolled my eyes and ordered it after our appointment. -sigh- 

The resident spent way more time with me than my neurologist. He asked me of all my pain what is the worst. I told him my lower back. They both agreed they want me to try physical therapy and if that doesn't help I'll go to the pain clinic for possible injections. I'm glad they listened and offered solutions.

All of this left me completely exhausted and my chest hurt for two days. 

The appointment reminded me that:

• No one knows what's going on better than me.
• No one knows what's going on if I don't tell them or show them.
• Only my symptoms can be controlled, not the cause.
• Doctors care about what's the WORST, not everything wrong.
• Some of my symptoms are scary, persistent and nothing can be done to help.
• Being sick is a lonely experience.