The Horses Can’t Eat It

I haven’t written in awhile, probably because I have been busier than a one armed brick layer, and that leads to the first thing I am thankful for. I am thankful that, even after all these years of use, misuse and plain old abuse, this rather stumpy body still manages to work in an acceptable fashion.

Oh some days it’s hard to get cranked, the choke seems to stick, there is a whine in the power steering unit and the ball joints pop and groan, but I still manage to get it out on the road and keep up with average traffic.

So I am thankful that the Good Lord has seen fit to give me a body that can stand up to hard travelin’. I believe He knew I would need it.

I am also very thankful for the people God has put into my life. I believe the polite phrase for most of us is colorful. And we are as colorful as a Carney caravan painted by Picasso.

Old drunks, young artist, sweet souls, hard travelers, long riders and several failed experiments in modern chemistry, who have added more love, laughter and wisdom to this old man’s life than ever he deserved. I love you all, even the ones who I have threatened to behead with a dull shovel, and you know I was only a little peeved.

However, I am especially grateful for a handful of you. There are my two daughters, Katherine and Shannon who are full grown people in their own right, and who I can think of and smile. There are my other three who came as a package deal with my Connie. Two of them are grown men and the third is a teenager, and they have brought joy into my life.

Also there is Connie. I ask her often, “Do you know how much I love you?” And she answers with a smile and a shake of her head to say “no.” Then I say, “I don’t either.”

New Family

Connie and my wedding. Most people start a family after they are married, we kinda did it differently. Like most things.

And I don’t. One of the things I learned while being taught to jump off of high places with a rope is that the human mind cannot really comprehend distances straight down more than about 66 feet. When I try to look at my love for Connie, it is just all that I have and I have no idea how much that is.

Maybe I should consider how thankful I am for all the material blessing I have been given. In less than seven years I have gone from a homeless drunk with half a suitcase of worn clothes, a beat up old Bible and a dinged up guitar, to having just a whole buncha neat stuff and critters and all that.

It’s nice and I am grateful for it all; but it’s just things.

Some years ago in Texas an old cowboy was buying his third round for the house. A man at this table cautioned him to slow down, that it was getting expensive.

The old man laughed and said, “Its only money, the horses can’t eat it.” I was there that night, drinking his whiskey and, insult added to injury, I stole his saying.

Those who I love and who love me are what I judge my wealth by and, on that scale, I am very rich.

I hope each of you feels the same and I pray God’s own blessing on you all.

Where I’ve Been

Yes, I know I haven’t posted much lately. Don’t take it personally; I haven’t been on facebook or anywhere much.

As some of you have probably gathered from previous posts, I have Bi Polar disorder, formerly known as Manic Depression. I was diagnosed about 10 years ago, after my oldest son was. It was one of those situations where, as I learned more about his condition, I read things to which I could easily relate to my own experience.

When I sought a professional opinion, it didn’t take long to confirm what I thought already. The clincher was when I described my reaction to an antidepressant I had been given years earlier for an unrelated condition.

Back in the mid 90’s, I was having what I could only describe as chest pains. Not finding any heart related problems, my doctor prescribed an antidepressant called Elavil. He didn’t tell me what it was, other than telling me it should take care of the problem. After about two days, I was so angry at the world that I was afraid for my husband to leave me alone with my children. I felt that I had no control.

At the same time, I had also been seeing a psychologist to help me deal with some child hood trauma. I had an appointment with him when I was about three days into the Elavil. He took one look at me, and said “What is wrong?” I told him about the Elavil, and he said “Stop taking it right now!” So, I did, and within a few days, I was back to “normal”.

A few months later, we moved back to Missouri, and I saw my mom’s doctor, who was a DO, about the “chest pains”. She said they were deep chest muscle spasms and were caused by some vertebrae in my back being out of alignment. She adjusted my vertebra and gave me some muscle relaxers to take for a few days while everything was readjusting. That worked fine. No more pain.

Fast forward to the early 2000s, when I was learning about Bi Polar. People with Bi Polar have to be careful about taking antidepressants because they can trigger manic episodes, which can also present as a manic rage. You see, mania isn’t always the top of the world happy-go-lucky feelings that people associate with it. Bi Polar isn’t always “high and low”, sometimes it’s “fast and slow”. Sometimes, Its “nail eating furious and numb nothingness” Sometimes it’s “I’m talking and I can’t shut up and I couldn’t speak if I had to.” Most of the time, my mania is better described as agitation. It’s not fun.

I don’t know why the psychologist I was seeing didn’t catch that, but I may have been that he didn’t really deal with prescribed medications. Psychologists can’t write prescriptions, since they aren’t medical doctors.

Anyway, as I said before, the professional (psychiatric nurse practitioner) I saw in about 2005 immediately saw the connection. Then we started to look at treatment options. The short story is that we didn’t find one mood stabilizer (think lithium) that I can tolerate. The side effects just weren’t worth the benefits. I was leery of trying any antidepressants, but she told me there are other, newer, drugs that work better, and we could start with the lowest dose. If I started to feel agitated, I was to stop taking the drug and call her.

So that is what we did. We found one that worked, and I just take the lowest dose. When I feel mania coming (which I usually can), I stop taking the antidepressant for awhile. Since the health insurance I had at the time said I had to, I also got to visit with her boss, who was an actual psychiatrist. I only saw him once, but the one thing he said stuck with me. With his thick Filipino accent, he said, “You must understand that you must sleep! If you do not sleep, you can trigger manic episode, which will make you not be able to sleep.” Since then, I have tried hard to make sure I get plenty of sleep.

Unfortunately, he retired, and my nurse moved to a different practice. I saw her there for a little while, but then the office called and said she was gone and they would schedule me with someone else. I didn’t really want to do that. Then we moved, and my GP here can refill my meds when I need them.

Ed has a lot of experience with Bi Polar from other people in his life, so I didn’t have to explain anything to him. I have given him permission to tell me if he thinks we need to do something different, and I will try my best not to shoot the messenger. I also found a good essential oil blend from Native American Nutritionals, called Attention Assist, that seemed to help with the agitation. Of course, I talk to the Lord a lot too. He knows about it better than anyone! 🙂 There are several scriptures that I refer to that help too.

Fall and spring are bad times for people with Bi Polar. I know that, but I hadn’t been thinking about it. I had backed off the antidepressants last spring because I felt some mania coming, and I ran out of my essential oil. I stayed busy all summer (as you all know), and then we started the Whole 30 and didn’t want to be taking anything with that. Then we went into Fall, and I was trying to do school and about a bazillion other things, and looking at it now, I think I was getting into a full blown manic episode. Then I had the kidney stones, and some other health issues, and James came back home. It’s been crazy and I was getting there.

For the last year, we have been planning for the whole family to be here for Thanksgiving and have been really looking forward to it. Then Ed came home and told me he has to work Thanksgiving, and the bottom just fell out. Suddenly everything was dark, and I realized I was even having trouble praying.

Yesterday, after spending most of the day trying to hash things out, Ed gently asked me if I was taking my antidepressant. “NO!” A little while later I came back and asked him if he thought that I didn’t have any rational reasons for being upset, and the gist of what he said was, No, but that I wasn’t listening to any suggestions or alternatives. Then I realized that he was right, so last night, I started back on the antidepressant, and am ordering some more essential oil. We are also going to take a break from school until after the holidays. We will still have plenty of time to meet our state’s requirements.

I am so thankful to God for giving me this man who tries so hard!  I don’t know when he’ll have time to post. On top of having to work Thanksgiving, he is scheduled for a six day work week next week. He and James also need to rework the dog fence for the fifteenth time, and get wood in. Keep us in your prayers!


Happy Veteran’s Day

First of all, Ed and I want to wish all our brothers and sisters a happy Veteran’s Day. For those who have served in the past and for those who are serving now: Thank you. Ed and I have often discussed the fact that when a soldier takes his oath, it is to “support and defend the Constitution of the United States, against all enemies, foreign and domestic”. Additionally, neither of us has ever met a veteran who felt that the oath was no longer binding, simply because he or she was no longer on active duty.

Connie Basic

Connie’s Basic Training photo 1981

E5 Ed

Ed in the 1970s

On Monday, Ed and I, along with three other veterans were presented with beautiful quilts hand made by the local quilting club. From what I understand, they present about 20 quilts a year. That is a lot of quilting. Thank you ladies for your support of all our veterans.


Connie’s quilt

Ed's quilt

Ed’s quilt

Sorry I haven’t been around much lately. My oldest son needed to move back in with us, and the house has been in a state of upheaval while we make room for another person…and another dog. Once again, I am clearing out the room that started out of Kyle’s room, and then became my office and craft room. I’ve written about Loki before. He is a husky/dachshund mix…who though that was a good idea? He’s a little neurotic. He loves Ed as long as Ed is sitting down. He likes him lying down even better. Standing up is another thing altogether! Then he growls, barks, and runs after him. If Ed turns toward him, he runs and hides behind, Katherine, James or I. Hopefully, he will eventually realize that the upright Ed wont hurt him any more than the reclining Ed will. Needless to say, the cats are less than impressed with having a dog in the house.

It has been a blustery day today with hints of severe weather. We were under a tornado watch for awhile this afternoon. Very unusual weather for Missouri in the fall. Severe thunderstorms and tornadoes are common place in the spring, but not this time of year.  We did manage to  get the fall onions planted, but haven’t mulched them yet. Ed didn’t think raking leaves today would be very productive. The cold frame is essentially finished, but I haven’t got anything in it yet. I found some “barn paint” in the paint left by the previous owner. It wasn’t in the best shape, but it was enough to cover the cold frame.

Hopefully, I’ll be back with more news in a few days.