Cold Survival With Fibromyalgia & Chronic Fatigue Syndrome


Cold Survival With Fibromyalgia & Chronic Fatigue Syndrome

I do occasionally get cold nowadays since I have the Fibromyalgia. Some people are always freezing and bundled up with it. It affects everyone differently.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

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#WEEKENDCOFFEESHARE : Have cable tv and WiFi now!


#WEEKENDCOFFEESHARE : Have cable tv and WiFi 

Directions from ECLECTICALLI

Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)!

Grab a cup of coffee and share with us! What’s been going on in your life? What are your weekend plans? Is there a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about?

All are welcome! Just add your link to the Linky-List, and be sure to visit others and join in their conversations! The link will be open from Friday February 8th at 7am (Pacific Time) until Monday February 11th at 7am (Pacific Time) to give us a good range of “weekend”!

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No snow predicted for this weekend so we can have coffee with no interruptions. This has been an expensive week for me. First I decided to have cable and internet WiFi added to my apartment. What I wasn’t expected was that my endocrinologist decided my diabetes which has become worse and gone from type 2 to type 1 that I need an insuling pump. I am not sure how that is going to fit into my already tight budget, but he feels that it would be better for my health. If I had known I would have probably put the cable and internet off, but oh well I love having tv and internet like I was used to. The iPhone hotspot worked, but not well.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple – Weekly Prompt – 100 words


Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple – Weekly Prompt – 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Love Me, Love Me Not by Teresa Smeigh 2019

Daisy was lazily daydreaming eyeing the gorgeous roses Tim got her. She had never seen gold-tipped roses before. “He loves me, he loves me not,” she murmured.

The ringing phone turned out to be her best friend. She gave her attention to Janey.

Janey was babbling on about the new man she had met. The way she described him you would think he was perfect in every way. Daisy started to tune her out. She was thinking about Tim.

Suddenly she tuned back in. Did she hear something about gold-tipped roses?

“Can you believe it, he brought me gold-tipped roses?”

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Joining the 21st century


Well today I had WiFi internet, cable tv and a digital phone installed. No more iPhone hotspots for WiFi which was always running out and running slow. I can actually watch up to date tv no more shows from 30 to 40 years ago over and over.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

What do you see? Willow Poetry


What do you see? Willow Poetry

mermaids gathering

entertaining the sea men

raise the submarine

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Write a poem, tanka, haiku or short story about what the photo means to you. Willow Poetry!

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Eyes Left – (Non-fiction)


I wrote this for a writing club I joined. I decided to redo an old flash fiction piece I wrote quite a while ago. I filled it out some since I was no longer on a word limit. This really happened. Those were the days (late 70’s).

Eyes Left

Non-fictional Piece Written by Teresa Smeigh 2019

After a very long drive we arrived late that night at the building in Cherry Point, North Carolina, where my husband, Andrew, a new Marine fresh out of boot camp, was supposed to report for training. He worked hard in boot camp and was promoted meritoriously to Private First Class and received the first choice of duty stations. Since we were already married when he joined it never crossed our mind that they would have a problem with him bringing me along after boot camp.

We chose Cherry Point, NC as it was the only duty station on the east coast. In fact, most of the new recruits were going over seas first thing.

We had driven from New Jersey with all our belongings. All the nice boxes I had packed did not fit in the car and finally in exasperation Andy ripped them open and just dumped all the contents into the trunk and back seat and we left what didn’t fit.

It was dark when we arrived and we were later than we should have been, but we had no idea where we were going. Exiting the car at the designated building, he went first and stood at attention. I slouched in behind him.

Looking at the faces of those Marines was not a pleasant experience. We were late and he arrived with someone they were not expecting.

“Who is that?” one of the Marines asked and it was obvious none of them were amused in the least.

“My wife sir!” I was wishing I could just disappear at this point.

“If the Marine Corps had wanted you to have a wife, we would have issued you one!” What?!? I don’t like new situations and confrontations, and this was both!

“What did you plan to do with her?”

“Sir, we have money saved since they never started the allotment to her during boot camp, so we were going to get a place to live in town.

Again, they talked among themselves. The recruiter knew we were married, and we had expected rejection since the Navy, his first choice, had already turned him down since we refused to stop the wedding and call back the invitations which had already all gone out. The recruiter said it was not a problem and Andy signed up and went to boot camp. These guys were uninformed of the fact that he was married and obviously had not been in this position before. They went back to the conversation about what to do.

I don’t know how Andy felt, but I wanted to cry. I was tired from the packing and repacking and the long trip and being in a place I didn’t know and the only person I knew was my husband. We waited with bated breath.

A verdict was finally settled on. There were specific rules since he wouldn’t be living in the barracks like the other recruits, but we could live with them. I had to drive him onto the base to the barracks very early every morning and then pick him up every night once they were done for the day.

We found a mobile home park just a short way off the base and every day I drove him to the barracks and back home.

Since he was available at lunch, every day I made a lunch and drove it to him on base. On the first day, I found the parking lot where he could find me and sat in my car with the door open and sat sideways in my seat with my legs out and on the ground. I was nervous. Then I could hear a group of Marines coming as they were marching to a Marine Corp Cadence. It was fascinating to watch them marching in unison and repeating the cadence their leader was shouting.

What I wasn’t ready for was as they came abreast of my car the leader shouted, “eyes left!”

Now I was 20 years old and weighed less than 100 pounds. I was a tiny little thing with a very big chest and all I was wearing was short shorts and a small halter top as it was quite warm. It was very disconcerting at first having all those eyes fastened on me.

I eventually got used to it happening and provided visual entertainment for the troops every day.

 

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

 

Share Your World 2-18-19


Share Your World 2-18-19

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I will post four or five different questions each week for you to answer.  There are two ways which you can participate.

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Questions:

If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time? Personally I prefer to sleep and block out the world for great amounts of time. If I couldn’t sleep I would read or write.

What job would you be terrible at? Accounting for one thing.

When was the last time you climbed a tree? If I ever did I was very little before my immense fear of heights took over. 

Do you count your steps? No!

Bonus question (just because it’s really silly)   What’s the dumbest way you’ve injured yourself? I stuck the corner of a tri-corner paper towel into my eye and scratched the cornea which to this day still causes me lots of grief.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com