Well, I don’t have to use the hydrocortisone cream as my moisturizer anymore. And I can properly descale myself in the shower! Yes, I am finally restocked on my toiletry items. Benny was putting the items on the conveyor belt at the Wal-Mart checkout tonight and teased, “It takes a lot to look pretty.”
To which I replied in a serious tone, “Well, it’s not all about looking pretty but taking care of your skin, being well-groomed–maintaining one’s self as one grows older.” There was, however, a twinkle in my eyes as I spoke–of that, I am certain.
And honestly, I was out of everything–exfoliating body wash, night cream, daytime moisturizer, toner, mascara (after so many months, the stuff dries out and what a pain to try to put on without massive clumping), cleansing cloths, cotton balls. There were items I needed for my upcoming trip to Comic-Con International in San Diego–a travel kit for my contacts, mini-toothpaste, a three-pack of reading glasses in case I lose a pair somewhere. The good Lord knows my poor old body isn’t in very good shape now, particularly after more than six months of inactivity following the car accident. But I can, at least, can make an effort to look presentable, right?
I hope to do some walking to help prepare for a very busy time of it at Comic-Con next month–if I can avoid the rattlesnakes. Hmmm, maybe I should take a big stick with me? If we can unload all the stuff on the semi-recumbent exercise bike (why do those things always end up as clothes racks?) I want to try to build up my tricky knee. But I have to be careful. If I do too much, I pay for it. If I do too little, I pay for it.
Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the world of Fibromyalgia, with the supporting players osteoarthritis and assorted and sundry other syndromes. I can assure you my luggage will include some of those nifty ThermaCare heatwraps for back and knees and very likely a folding cane. Just in case . . .
Man, looking at that list above, it’s a wonder I do as well as I do!
I am trying to be as prepared as I can, mentally, physically, emotionally (“I will not burst out in tears if and when I see Richard Armitage, I will not let my mouth gape open like a fish out of water, I will be professional, focused . . .) and of course, financially.
Oh, Sir Guy, I am pretty sure they have some ideas along those lines. Trust me.
Thanks much to everyone again for your support and also all your words of support and encouragement. When I was writing for the newspaper, I would periodically receive thank you notes in the mail for an article or a column I wrote. I always prized those and hoarder that I am, I still have them tucked away. The fact that someone took the time to write a note and send it meant a lot to me. So never think sharing such words doesn’t make a difference.