My spirit is reaching.
Endurance.
Strength.

I have to say I truly dislike the month of February. I don’t know if it has to do with the exact opposite of my birth month – some sort of polarization going on, or just that the month is difficult with weather and a lot of darkness.

I remember being in grade school having a heck of a time with it and just marching on through it.

But that’s the thing – I don’t believe in marching on through it or through anything. It is like having to trudge up a hill with a 20 pound pack on your back. I don’t believe life should ever be like that. It could be conceptually I am odds with it.

One could say – take a trip! When I take a vacation, I try to be in the right space; meaning slow it down, don’t get ahead of yourself, don’t think you got this until the trip is over. There are so many things that can go wrong when I take a vacation, which leads to no longer being a vacation.

When I went to my writing retreat over a year ago, I brought my vest because I drove. When I plugged it in no air came out. It whistled and sucked air, but nothing came out. The timer continued to count down and nothing.

I didn’t panic because I usually don’t travel with my vest because it’s big, heavy, and then these things happen. This isn’t the first time when I have brought my vest and the clock ticks down and stares at me while I stare back with my vest on and no air. When I got home it worked of course. Why? Who knows? A glitch.

I did a bunch of P90X exercieses as I brought my portable DVD player, and I brought my newer Brookstone cordless percusser hand massage that I spent $200 on. A great device. It still works today but you never know it could blow up any moment. I bought it on Amazon and I check ever-so-often if it is still available. Let’s check again.

Nope. Amazon doesn’t have it. Brookstone is out of business too, which I kind of heard. Homedics is an international company which has a comparable percusser, or so I think from what I can tell. It just has to deliver enough power, that’s the thing. You know what – I can always go back to my handy dandy European vibrator. Omg – that is a life saver. Insert blog story here:

https://tdub2034.wordpress.com/2016/04/01/harmony-uk/

Moving on – travel can be difficult. February can be difficult. The peoples’ energy can be difficult. I have to play my banjo more, it breaks up that static and energy that I pick up all day long. God – it is exhausting. You just have to ring out that energy.

I wanted to say, I am doing fucking fabulous besides that. I am actually excited to see my doc in MN and tell her how great I have been doing symptomatically. Viruses and infections can come for sure, as I am typing; however, symptomatically I am doing amazing.

That neti pot has changed my life. All that junk isn’t getting into my lungs. I say to anyone, give it go. Use distilled water and if you want to warm a touch, do that. YOU CANNOT USE TAP WATER. That’s where the problem occurs. Also, I rinse alcohol in it and through the spout every time I use it. I do it in the morning and evening and I can do it really quick now. I actually can’t wait to use it because I know I will feel that much better. I will probably replace it soon just because you probably should.

This is my problem with people – when you give them an idea or a possible solution to the problem in which they are having and they dismiss as fast as you open your mouth; shutting the door before the words travel to their ears; before the speed of sound as a chance to settle. I shrug my shoulders. Take your energy elsewhere. I not perfect but at least give the idea a go.

Complaining is a vortex of shit. It goes nowhere but down.

When I think of things I don’t like – first thing comes to mind is drinking mucomyst. It is some of the worst tasting shit ever. My dog sniffs it, looks at me, and walks away.

This is more of a point, not a complaint – perhaps the tiniest bit, more of a fact, but I still roll with it:

For quite some time as a kid and as a teen it was part of my routine. I came home and my mom had a shot of mucomyst mixed with Pepsi or Coke (darker sodas masked the taste some if you could say that). They measured out whatever the doc recommended, 3-4ccs worth. Mix it equal part with soda and swoop it on back as fast as you can. You wanted less liquid as possible, but you needed something to cover it up.

Mucomyst breaks up mucus which in CF guts hopefully prevents obstructions. I was born with the classic CF obstruction and have an anastomosis at my appendix area (I hope they took my appendix) and most of any of my acute gut pain happens there. When I travel I bring extra mucomyst just in case.

As an adult when I have to take it I think “Maybe it doesn’t taste as bad as I remember.” Nope. The stuff taste as disgusting as it ever did.

In Boston they don’t prescribe it at all – in nebs or for your gut because people just won’t take it. It’s one of the meds that catches Boston docs’ attention that I am not from here.

I am from the planet called Obliviion (with two I’s) or MN where their stats hold strong because they are firm believer in mucomyst. So, you swoop it back, gag, and drink a bunch of water afterwards. Plus, it’s great for your kidneys.

So throw the neti pot back, get on the treadmill, and take your vitamin E – great for immune system, inflammation, and skin – and you do it. Life is great and I am lucky to be here.

My spirit is reaching. I may have to change up my physical location in the future to help with the heavier time of the year.

I don’t know what that means, but I know that strength comes from within and it is harder to walk and to move when you feel as if weight is holding you down or needs to be moved, almost like your clothes are soaked.

It all can be done with a little help from your friends and dogs and love of life and a good orange hat.

Post script: this blog a little long. I guess I had things swimming around. Who knew? I have to write a sonnet.