Okay, fine, it’s not (just) about my desire to fit in on Pinterest. My husband has been officially diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis, an autoimmune disorder. We knew something was up about three years ago when he started having trouble walking, but we chalked it up to an injury. He did have knee surgery late last year, but continues to have chronic, random, and severe pain in his feet, knees, hands, shoulders, etc. I regret the day we decided to buy a two-story house because, basically, when he comes home from work, he can go up and down the stairs exactly one time. Hmm – well, I guess he can make two round trips each day, on a good day. So every evening is a routine of “how are you feeling?” – a question he absolutely loves to be asked every time he walks in the door, I can tell – and then assigning various children to fetch various items from upstairs.
It’s really crappy, basically.
A friend at church also has psoriatic arthritis, and is in fact almost exactly the same age as my husband. He’s experienced significant pain relief since giving up gluten, so now we are slumping towards doing the same thing.
Here is the thing: I love making dramatic changes. Live for it. BREATHE it. Announce the change, be the change, live the change, forget the change because ain’t nobody got time for that. Back to the no-change.
But this change would be different, in that it wouldn’t be just a matter of “your life might possibly be immeasurably better if you succeed at making this entirely optional change!” Instead, we shall have “your husband will experience chronic and incapacitating pain unless you ALL GET WITH THE PROGRAM.”
So – that’s no fun! I liked it better when I was just letting a bunch of marbles gather dust and nobody was the wiser.
Uh – I said there was no theme, so here’s something random and amazing: a group of ten friends has spent the last 23 years locked in a game of “Tag.”
The game they play is fundamentally the same as the schoolyard version: One player is “It” until he tags someone else. But men in their 40s can’t easily chase each other around the playground, at least not without making people nervous, so this tag has a twist. There are no geographic restrictions and the game is live for the entire month of February. The last guy tagged stays “It” for the year.
That means players get tagged at work and in bed. They form alliances and fly around the country. Wives are enlisted as spies and assistants are ordered to bar players from the office.“You’re like a deer or elk in hunting season,” says Joe Tombari, a high-school teacher in Spokane, who sometimes locks the door of his classroom during off-periods and checks under his car before he gets near it.
Also fun: Nic Cage as Everyone.
Is it too late to write about Christmas? Because I have had a “I Survived Christmas and You Can, Too” post brewing in my head for about, well, a month, and haven’t had time to post it. I did just find this photo on my phone, which I think perfectly sums up the compromise between High Expectations and Keeping It Real that was key to my staying relatively even-keeled.
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