Spring, Pictures and an Update

I am wondering if we will have spring this year. I cannot remember where I was but a couple of ladies were wondering that very thing, one said we never get spring in Ohio, we move directly from winter to summer. I am reasonably sure we have at least a day or two of mild spring weather before the heat of summer moves in. In this part of the state, the real heat generally moves in on Father’s Day weekend.

You may be pleased to hear that I have decided there will be no more political blog posts here unless I absolutely cannot contain myself (I hope that does not happen) I am not comfortable talking about politics.

One of my Christmas gifts was a camera, it is my hope that it will warm up enough sometime soon for me to hide away outside and get some nature shots. I can post them here if I get lucky! I want the groundhog (as big as cow it is this year) and the rabbits and birds and deer if I can get a good photo of them. Half the fun is the anticipation; I’ll be sure and let you know how it went.

A brief update on pneumonia and shoulder pain; I am not sure the antibiotic killed the pneumonia bug, I am still rattling and wheezing with every breath, as for my shoulder I have a bone spur and fluid in the joint. The choice is mine to make, live with the pain or have surgery to remove the spur and possibly part of the small joint to which it is attached. I have decided that in the realm of pain, there are brave people who can look pain in the eye and tough it out and beat it (or at least stay on a level field with it) and then there are people like me who see pain and flinch at the thought of it. I can only describe the emotional side of moderate to severe pain for me as drowning. Pain hits and in my mind I hear the white roar of a large waterfall and I am trapped at the bottom of the falls trying to catch a breath while my body is battered against the rocks. Pain is cold for me, freezing cold and blindingly harsh. I know all about relaxation techniques and other methods used to help minimize pain, sadly, when confronted with the real thing my mind develops amnesia.

Thanks for visiting.

There is always hope.