I picked up this cute Dammit Doll last weekend from a church rummage sale just down the street from our home. In fact I found a lot of cool stuff and books, but I won’t bore you with what I am reading these days (Hunger Games trilogy) (True Faced) (The Bible).
Maybe I could do a few book and web reviews in another post, but not today.
The note around her neck reads,
When you want to climb the walls
or stand right up and shout
Here’s a little dammit doll
you cannot do without.
Just grab it firmly by the legs
and find a place to slam it
And as you whack the stuffing out,
yell DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!
It would come in really handy right about now, if only I had the strength to wield such a tool today.
This past week held several doctor’s appointments, and more than several medication changes. And if you know me personally or know Lyme disease in general, then you realize that medication changes bring a worsening of symptoms before things start to improve. Dammit, anyway. For the Lymie, the saying, “It is darkest before the dawn,” is lived out every time we make strives toward a healthier life. Even increasing activity/exercise in the Lymie’s life can cause an undue amount of pain and fatigue, until the Lymie’s body adjusts to the new level of activity, or totally craps out. It is no fun having your legs give out beneath you and being unable to get back up, until strength and control returns to you. Very frightening, indeed.
It becomes more and more difficult to push through these dark, painful times, even though I know the improvement will come. No matter how slowly the improvement seems to come, and it does seem to be at a snail’s pace, I can see the improvement, over the larger picture.
And now I find myself getting deeper and more philosophical than I had wanted to be this morning. (I need to save that for this afternoon, when I finish my study of Micah.) So, in getting back to a lighthearted mood, here’s my dammit list, plain and simple:
- Dammit. The basement flooded again. That’s what we get for living in a really old house with really old plumbing.
- Dammit. We cannot winter in Arizona with the other snowbirds. I believe the change of climate would do my SAD (seasonal affective disorder) great wonders, maybe even eradicate it.
- Dammit. I have so much to do, but I must take care of myself during this time, first and foremost, and either place all else on hold or delegate.
- Dammit. I didn’t lose more than four pounds over the last several months. Only four. I guess that little bit of walking I was doing every day did make a difference.
- Dammit. Finances.
- Dammit space issues/cramped quarters.
- Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
- Dammit anyway.
So, since I cannot swing the Dammit Doll without hurting myself worse, I shall have to let it all go. Let God take it and let God love me through this.
Lord, I release all my troubles to Your capable hands. Thank You for loving me even when I least deserve it, even when I say dammit. Thank You, Lord, for being my Savior. Amen.
P.S. To our beloveds in California: We may just have to fly down this year, maybe even for the holidays. How does that sound?