Friday, May 2, 2014

Today is May 2, 2014.  This is my first attempt at a blog.  I understand that I am only about 20 years behind the times.  I haven't even figured out how to "tweet" #idon'tgetit yet.

Next week I will turn 61 years old.  I am feeling my mortality, so after 19 years of gently prodding me to write, Jessica Clare, I dedicate this effort to you.

I am not sure I can write in a strait timeline.  I need to put items down and I will eventually, God willing, try to pull the timeline off through cut and pasting.

I want to start with where I am right now.
  • I am sick
  • I am a Diabetic
  • A car accident on October 22, 2012, has left me with permanent disabiities including back and neck
  • I have a bleed n my left eye; the coagulating blood is building up and slightly detaching my retins
  • My ankles/feet and legs are swelling at an increasing and alarming rate.  I am being checked for a rare form of heart disease/heart failure
  • I have had pneumonia four times this winter.
  • I have asthma, COPD and sleep apnea
  • My skin lesions have temporarily subsided
  • I am morbidly obese (and I have gained an additional 40 pounds since the car wreck
  • I have constant tingling/pain in my left leg and hands
  • My chest angina pains are increasing
The question now is:  "Do I view myself as a person with a deep intense pain, or do I see myself as something other than my physical body can bear?

I see myself as a teacher, an educator and a learner.  Are these physical limitations tools to be endured or learned from?  Learning always.  I have more days that I don't feel weel, but my spirit soars.  I have a milion blessings including a man I love with every fiber of my being, a career that I would  not trade for the world and a home/environment/area that I live that is the coolest in the world.

My blog may seem a bit choppy at first.  I cannot go to long without my oxygen, and it doesinterfere with my ability to focus and concentrate.

You young peopkle and grandchildren who read this may be wondering, "Are you in pain, G'ma?"  Much of the time yes, but it cannot conquer my spirit, my drive or what my Armenian grandmother would just call "gumption."