Fibro/ Witches/ Coin and Blessing

FYI -

I have been feeling great

lately. I only post

things about Fibro to 

get the word out about

it and to help folks understand.

 ...If I am laying

low and you don't hear

much from me I am probably

suffering. 

The saying above is so

true. I used to do so much 

that I can't do anymore due

to fibro. I used to clean 

a four bedroom, 3 bathroom,

living room, dining room, study

and kitchen in 4 hours, top to 

bottom. It takes me all day to

clean my downstairs....kitchen,

bathrooma and living room. 

I stop so much to take

breaks. 

In reply to Liz's question about 

fatigue. It is a heavy feeling,

plus it feels like it sucks

all your energy out of you. 

If I am out and about, I can

push through it but later

I am worse from pushing

through. Just like on good days

I push to get so much done

cause I never know how

few and far between

the good days will be. 

Now....on to funnier 

things...

Well I have my 

broom ready for flight!

Looking at the tire

thingy on the back..

do you see a face?

 Right in the center.

Found another dresser from

Pinterest.

Simple like the last 

one. I have to admit

that the first one I 

showed was way to 

bold. You would have

to have the right 

sort of room for the

bold one.

Now for my story of the 

day.

Yesterday morning when I 

stopped at Dollar

General and I got in line

to pay, there was an older

dude in front of me.

He had a hard time walking, 

he shuffled around a bit,

he had to canes but was

using the buggy for support.

He left the store but when I 

got checked out he was

just about to go off

the sidewalk to the parking

lot. I could see the buggy getting

away from him so I asked

did he need help. I do this 

sort of thing all the time 

but I always ask cause

I have seen folks get

mad if you try to help.

He was happy for the help.

He held onto the buggy to

keep from falling and I 

held onto it to control

it next to him. We got to

his van, went to the passenger

side. He said it was easier

to get things out of

the seat when he got home.

He held onto the door while

I put his things in the van.

At one point, he lost his 

balance while I caught him.

Once I got him straight again

I finished with his bags.

I then walked him around 

to the driver side and helped

him in. On the long walk, due

to the shuffle, I learned he came

over from Ireland in 1947. He

served as  a firefighter 

for 33 yrs and and also

served in the US Military

where he got shot in the knee.

Showing me his gun wound (he had

on shorts). 

Once I helped him in the 

van, and turned to leave 

he called me back and

said he had something for 

me. I protested cause that is 

not why I help people.

He had this coin for me.

He placed it in my hand and 

closed my fingers around

it, and did a Irish Blessing

to me then asked me

out. 

HAHA....

Calculating years I had him

at 71 but I figured him 

to be older. Might have

missed my chance cause

he was sporting some gold

rings and necklaces, he 

might have been my 

prince! haha

I excepted his coin, thanked

him and told him a little

story by telling him I was

dating someone. 

😊

Have you had anyone ask

you out lately?