I knew all week last week that I had to work on Saturday (yesterday), but I wasn't too too happy about it - especially since I would have to get up an hour earlier than I do on a weekday! But I did it, and I did it joyfully, and I got to register everyone in who came to the special training, and I got to help in multiple ways with planning meals and picking up loose ends. By doing this, which didn't even really feel like work to me, my boss praised me in front of everyone and I couldn't help but feel like I hadn't even done anything! Anyway, on top of getting to pour myself out for others, and getting to hold the most handsome little four month old baby boy, and him wrapping his teeny fingers around my thumb, and not taking his eyes off me and not stop smiling (as you can see: I have baby fever!), I met such an amazing woman.
A woman who is plagued by a disease 99% exactly. exactly. like my fibro, but hers is actually fatal (and genetic); a woman who loves the Lord; a woman who also eats Paleo; and more than that: cooks (I hate to cook). Oh, and on top of all of these similarities, we connected in a way that brought us together that makes me feel like I have absolutely known her forever! Getting to list off my absolute least favorite symptoms (amongst all the rest) and seeing her nod her head or hear her say, "yep!" was something that just put the cherry on top!
Anyway, I have to go write a few posts for So Worth Loving but be sure to expect some more real blog posts this week as I'm done filling the blogging part of my brain with giveaways and other wasted space. (Not saying they're a bad thing, just that they suck the inspiration out of me.)
Oh, I can't believe I forgot to mention this: I've been sugar-free for the past two weeks, and I've been hardcore gluten-free for the past 4 years (give or take some days in between) but somehow - I think it has to do with all of the rainfall and the door being open all day at church yesterday - today and yesterday has been the absolute worst fibro pain I've had in as long as I can remember. Dan actually was getting tears in his eyes last night as I asked him to squeeze my wrists and hands as hard as he could to give me some relief, and he had to sit me up in bed today so that I could take my pills. Playing Sequence yesterday, I also couldn't even hold the cards in my hand or hold my head up without using all of my energy. Pushing through this pain is ridiculous and takes so much of me. God, please give me your strength!