I guess I do talk about plants quite a bit. They distract me from my other, not so nice thoughts.
Thoughts about how I'm in pain from my neck to my knees, every single day. Thoughts about how hard I work to not fall into the pain med addiction trap that has killed so many of my sober friends. Thoughts about how I seem to be in possession of fewer pain pills than I should be and how to wrap my brain around the fact that I keep them in a locked box, under my bed, away from my daughter and grandson. Thoughts about how I'm going to pay for a different kind of 'safe' with a combination rather than a key.
Thoughts about my nephew who is drinking himself to death in Florida. How he was found by the cops, on the side of the road, vomiting repeatedly. How he is now in the hospital, diagnosed with pancreatitis, awaiting surgery, still denying that he has a drinking problem.
Thoughts about my son being put of his girlfriends home for being under the influence of alcohol and leaving a bruise on her arm during an argument. Thoughts of my grand daughter having a part time dad instead of a full time one. On the bright side, he has stopped drinking.
Thoughts of the rain, leaking in around the doors, causing even more damage to the wood. How my home is slowly decaying and I don't have the money to fix any of it.
So, yes. Plants, plants and more plants. There is a scripture that says "The joy of the Lord is my strength." I need strength. I need joy. Plants bring me joy.
multiple surgeries for rotator cuff both shoulders with residual chronic impingement syndrome, ulnar nerve transposition, carpal tunnel release, wrist ganglionectomies/denervectomies/tenolysis, multiple herniated discs, tarlov cyst, whiplash, bursitis of hips, tendonitis, torus, 3rd degree shoulder separation, torn labrum, ovarian cysts, fibroid tumors of the uterus