all it takes is faith and patience....

Over the past few days my voice has progressively gotten lower, quieter, and smaller.
Lately, it's gone from a whisper, to a squeal, to now--nothing at all....…

My home is usually filled with cheer and laughter from my children.
But it seems to have been temporarily replaced with quieter library like-voices.

Bam, Fifi, Sweetheart, Cookie, It really isn't necessary to whisper

I understand, though, it's just compassion and sympathy they have for me.
They're so sweet............without even realizing it.
(my heart is smiling)
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I'm still waiting to hear back from my doctor.

In the meantime, I'm thinking lovely, happy thoughts in order to counteract the inferno of the throbbing fire within my neck, along my ears, behind my eyes and throughout my head.

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Lovely thoughts of....

snowflakes

 

flowers

blueberry orchards

opera

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I've notice something.....

 I'm certain their must be a glitch in my ill, cranky brain....
....Because while I'm trying to think of those lovely, happy thoughts; random, odd inquirers keep stumping me and interrupting my lovely thoughts with questions like:

"What was my locker combination in high school?"

"What is the name of the dog in that one movie about that couple?"

"Can I still recite the states and capitals in alphabetical order?"

"What was the poem I read in my 2nd grade school play?"


oh geez... (insanity)