Thursday 20 June 2013

how's your day blog 111 still cruising

How’s your day? Blog 111, Still Cruising

© Peter A Taylor, 21 June, 2013

 

Climbing out of this last pit feels like the Phoenix rising from the ashes. First, I was given three bags of blood during my previous treatment and this kick started my system out of idle into action. During the past four weeks I have been able to use energy to get on top of my wellness.

 

There is a formula now that I think about how I do it. As I wrote last time, I get a good book, fill the pantry with goodies I like and because I disengage with the rest of the world, I concentrate only on my wellness. I often sit in the sunny part of my lounge and stare vacantly at the opposite wall. What I am doing is emptying my mind of all unnecessary nonsense and most of all things are nonsense. I no longer remain connected to anything that requires stress, excessive thinking but let go of all things to focus only on my wellness.

 

This means concentrating on only things, incidents or memories that bring joy. Keeping it simple is about as good as it gets. KISS- Keep it simple, stupid. Then it is time for a nap or to read my book.

 

By now all chores are organised to be either done by another, or made to work with the minimum of my energy.  This valuable commodity I guard with my life. Somehow, I seem to pull myself belief to a strong power of one and claw my way out of the vortex to see the sun and joy in everything. I push away pain or just have another nap. Who cares and who is counting. If it works, hey, I’m not complaining.

 

Above all I give thanks to my partner for our gift of love, the good food we eat, the power is on, and the fire is burning to keep us warm. Yes, I am full of gratitude for everything I have to make my quality of life worth living. So, may it continue. When it all gets too much and I run out of oomph, I will seek another blood transfusion until my natural body says enough is enough.

 

Funny thing is when it gets to this point, it really is enough and I will go to my safe place and never be sick again.

This week was another round of three days of treatment. I feel tired but not as flat as usual. So lucky old me. There really is joy as I have begun writing another story about my animals using a mouse as the narrator. Being an animal and talking about animals leaves this writer with enormous fun and imagery. I will continue to cruise on.