I adore words, finding in them an almost magical power that extends far beyond the representation of concept or emotion. There is a lyrical, musical, ballet dance to words and the sound and feel of the word is just as critical as the intent of the word. Discombobulated has long been one of my favorite words, ever since I first tasted its weight and tone as a small child. Nothing else quite captures the state of jumbled up, tangled, frazzled, out of my own control, not sure which way is up or down as being discombobulated. My reason for not writing anything in a long time is that I have been living in a perpetual state of discombobulation.

My dysautonomia has become significantly more active as the fall days turn colder, and I do not know if that is just a coincidence or if I am in for a long winter.I have been held hostage by my body all month thus far inside of the house, and I am getting very tired of spending my days on the couch or curled up in my bed. Tomorrow I plan on forcing my body to suck it up and deal with a short outing to Target as I am out of some of my medications and they don't deliver (I got spoiled by the old fashioned pharmacy that delivered in the smaller town I used to live in!). Emotionally I tap dance along the spectrum from anger to depression (more like mourning or grief for what I lost) to days of acceptance. I should have paid better attention during those dance lessons as a child as I keep getting the steps wrong and ending up all tangled and befuddled.

I can not believe that it is already time for me to need to get working on making my Christmas cards, and I don't even have my craft table officially set up in my bedroom. Thankfully this year's planned card is simple in design and should be an easy assembly. I had considered doing homemade Christmas gifts as well but that is so not happening this year. Maybe next year if I start in August I will have a prayer of getting done in time.

I have my next round of Botox injections scheduled for the day before Thanksgiving, and I am hopeful that this appointment is not cancelled (the first one for this round was cancelled as the doctor had to go out of town). It has been an unpleasant process to gradually regain the spasticity that was taken away by the first round of injections and I much prefer the range of motion and comfort that I had following the injections. I also see my neurologist on that day, and we have many details that need to be discussed including what symptom management will look like since it appears the search for a diagnosis has been surrendered and if this new back pain is progression of the dystonia and how I can stay hydrated to prevent the recurring bladder/kidney infections when I have absolutely no sense of thirst (thanks to the dysautonomia).

In a completely random note, it has already snowed here. Excuse me, but I don't remember placing an order for an early winter or cold weather. Thankfully the little snow that stuck melted quickly the next day. Snow sucks when you are in a wheelchair and the cold sucks when you can not regulate your body temperature. I love looking at the snow, but I hate having to go out in it when it is windchill negative freeze your breath. I still want to find the genius who thought that metal push rims would be a great idea for a wheelchair that would be used in a Northern state with frigid winters. It is like that scene in A Christmas Story when the kid gets his tongue stuck to the pole, only with my hands on the push rims. I had to buy a new, very warm winter coat as the coat from last year did not fit and matching hat, scarf, and gloves. Unfortunately, with my KAFOs, there are no winter boots that I have found that fit over them so I have to be very, very careful transferring in the winter. 

I will hopefully be back soon to write something more creative, more insightful, and more entertaining. I am writing this tonight as I try to lull my brain into a relaxed state during an annoying bout of insomnia. Therefore, I promise absolutely nothing in terms of comprehension or logic. :)