Flare Day

Im in a moderate to worse flare today. Pretty much sucks. I had to reschedule my dentist appt, again due to the wonderul world of I shit way too much. Flare ups and IBS go hand in hand. Ones bad makes the other worse and that makes the other worse and so on and such forth. Here we go back to that one word. Hate. I hate this shit and having to shit and all that other shit that goes with the shit of fibro. Said shit a lot didnt I? Thats because its really shitty. So on to this flare. Just what the hell do you suppose brought this one on? MMm let me guess. Weather system, cold front moving through. Check. High stress levels. Check. Winter hath approches. Check. Did a little too much the last couple days. Check. Well looks like its all there.  Its even rainy and gloomy outside. Mm go figure. Im not sure I am cut out for this kind of shit( ha more shit). Kinda depressing at times. So I sit here and listen to Pink Floyd with a proper buzz and hope it helps. Medicating with cannabis is the best way to go, for me anyways. I ate 2 cookies this morning for breakfast and smoked a little and it is helping a lot. Pretty sure this flare would have me in bed otherwise. Im almost there as it is. Pretty damn sick but I think the shits are pretty close to being done for a while anyway. I hope so. 
     Shit. Its humpday and the weekend is getting closer. Tomorrow I go to see Tom at the VA. hopefully Im not sick. Stay tuned this could get interesting to be sure. My hands started hurting a lot faster today so Im a gonna get along and have some lunch, soup, maybe and a nap sounds about right. Peace my friends, have a safe trip and keep the shiny side up. See ya on the flip..

Summer of 14

    Well looks like summer is closing out and fall is closing in. You know how I feel about that so we don't need to go over it again. Wow what a summer I've had. Nothing short of great. A few bad days here and there with the fibro and all that shit. I requested an increase in comp from the VA for the PTS getting worse and the IBS not getting better. All the Docs said they agree with me and things are certainly worse than when I was evaled in 2011. I was told it would be no problems getting an increase, unofficially of course, then here comes the letter, sorry we feel you are not any worse and because I am not a combat Vet I wont be getting an increase. Something like that anyway. Excuse me??? Your Docs said the PTS is worse and my Docs say the IBS is sever. You say its mild. Ok then. Fuck right off VA and spend a week in my house, see how I eat because i dont have an effing appetite and then see how much I shit because I have IBS.                                                                                                                                                    So that part sucks, but the rest of the summer was pretty damn good. Ive visited Debbie a few times and we have laughed and cried and talked good times. We went to Wildwood one afternoon. That was fun yet, wow what a huge change. I almost threw her in the lake but you know. We plan on going to The 44th Annual Midwest harvest fest in Oct. That should be a blast. Ive been wanting to go for so long but didnt want to spend more than a few hours but hey its a weed harvest fest and I don't want to drive 3 and half hours after a day of um medicating. Debbie is only an hours drive so I can stay there and we can go to the fest for a few hours. Sounds like fun. Damn if I make that one and it is planned then I will have been to 6 fest this year. Wow. GFF in Jun, GGGs in Aug, Blues in the Pines in Sept and a Blues fest in Sun Prairie last week with Debbie. Yea I know. I had a great time every time. A little shy on the shrooms this year but still had a blast. I sure am tired though. Lots of investment pain thats for sure. I know I said a few bad days but there were a lot I covered up. I need to move around or be up and try to keep my spirits up so I just cant lay around all the time. I didn't get much done in the yard this year but the weather was funky and hot and buggy and all of a sudden gone ,poof, that's all she wrote folks. See I went to too many fests and I was lost in the moment that lasted all summer.                                                                                                                                Page break

  So Im going to go to lunch with my good friend Al tomorrow. I need to talk to him. One of the few men on this planet that I trust with my everything including my life. Ive been having some difficulty with the PTS but I need to chat with him about a couple other things that have gone down this summer. One of those fuckity fuck fuck times ya know? Yea maybe not but you will. I hate times like this also. It just adds to my already confused self. The last 10, or maybe a little more, years have been tough. The last 5 or 7 years have been even tougher. Its late and me and my fingers are getting tired. Always the fingers. More fuckity fuck.   If anyone sees my unicorn please let me know. I truly miss her. Sweet dreams.