Yesterday my husband and I celebrated 12 years of being married. Those 12 years have flown by. I cannot even express how much I love this man.
I woke up yesterday to a fun "princess" balloon and card.
My husband and I don't give presents for holidays. However, we normally do pick out a big item for our house or put that money towards a vacation. This week we are headed to the local mattress store to look at a new bed for me.
Yes, my husband and I sleep in separate beds. I realize that will be odd for most people to read. But it works for us. It started when I worked at a bakery and my husband worked overnight at a youth detention center. We were on completely different schedules. We were sleeping in the same bed but at completely different times. When we moved to new jobs, it was hard to get use to the movement of someone else.
And 12 years later, it is still working for us. It makes waking up feel special. I look forward to seeing my husband every morning and he would say the same thing about me. We take time almost every morning to catch up on the couch while I rub his head. It is a little thing but I love our time together.
All of that to explain that my current bed isn't working. My RSD is spreading and I have pain in my hands, wrists, back and legs. I have upped my vitamins and have ordered magnesium oil and a magnesium bath on Amazon. Those are suppose to help with RSD pain.
I am hoping an adjustable bed will help with some of that pain. This week I have my first acupuncturist appointment and a follow-up at my pain clinic.
In addition to those two, we have a memorial for my father-in-law on Friday.
There is a great story called "The Story of Spoons". I cannot post it here since it is copyrighted. However, you can easily find it on Google.
Basically it tells the story of a woman having 10 spoons at the beginning of the day. Waking up takes one spoon, showering takes one spoon, eating breakfast takes another spoon, etc.
By mid-day, you only have a spoon or two left. You have to ration these. I read this story and started tearing up. It describes exactly what I go through every day.
I am trying to be real on this blog. I have so many things to be thankful for. I don't want to sound depressed because I have a blessed life and I know God is going to use this silly pain for His good. But I do want to post my joys as well as my pains.
I hope everyone has a great day.