Alas, my weekend was distressing. The pain in my right arm is interfering with everything — sleeping, dressing, bathing, housework, cooking, driving, typing, lying down! It is one thing to throw dirty clothes into the washing machine with one hand and get them into the dryer and back out, but when it comes to folding them or even hanging them up, alack, two hands are needed. It makes me very unhappy to have four loads of clean laundry sitting in baskets, cleverly plotting how to make the wrinkles and creases permanent. And foolish me, I keep forgetting to NOT use my right arm, which just makes the situation worse. Lack of sleep and constant pain is wearing me down; depression is starting to set in. Eighteen more days until I see my neurosurgeon and that’s just to find out what my options are.

So boo-hoo and poor me. This is the story of my life; why do I ever think these small breaks from routine pain will last in the first place? Time to just get over myself and accept that my body has been trying to off me from day one!

Tomorrow is another day, might be worse, might be better. Will assume the latter rather than the former.

The spring equinox occurred on the 20th of March this year. We witches call this sabbat Lady Day. I spent the day in my garden and then held a full nighttime sabbat ritual, very serene and beautiful. Thankfully, my right arm was not essential to any of the celebrations, so my pain level was kept at a minimal constant.

Hugz

Kat