Three Things Challenge #M176

Di is our wonderful hostess for a multitude of blogs. It’s almost 2 AM and Three Things Challenge appeared before me. 🙂

Her three words for today are:  SMELL,  PLANT, and SOURCE.
For as long as I can remember I have had a very strong sense of smell and hearing. Hearing every little thing can be beneficial, like when I was in my classroom and the kids at the back were whispering something inappropriate. I would often make a comment about their conversation, and they would gasp that I heard them. Ultra-hearing is a bad thing when it triggers my Misophonia. Repetitive noises can drive me crazy. When I discovered Misophonia can be triggered fibromyalgia, I snorted, “Of course, add it to my list of symptoms.”

Today’s prompt words are perfect for a strange situation going on with me, post-surgery. I have always been sensitive to certain smells. As I age, it gets worse and worse. Hyperosmia, I found out, can be another symptom of fibro. Oh joy. Since I returned from the hospital my sense of smell as been on overload. Things I typically enjoy smelling have been causing me to be nauseated. I’m fine one minute, and then nauseous the next. Sometimes I don’t even know the source of the smell.

I was watering my plants when I came home Saturday. Suddenly, I felt very ill. At first, I thought it was because I was up and moving. (I was following doctor’s orders.) I realized the dirt in the plant’s pot was making me sick. It felt like I was inhaling the moist dirt 1 inch from my nose, and my nose wasn’t happy. It made no sense. Later in the day, I made myself some instant oatmeal. The smell was terrific when I was first eating it. Later in the day however, I begged my spouse to remove the empty cup because the smell was making me sick. It made no sense. I started to get nauseous again but I could not figure out where the same smell was coming from. It turned out, the empty package was in a nearby trash can.

My spouse brought me some beautiful flowers. The bouquet had red roses and purple “somethings.” He placed the flowers on a bedside table so I could enjoy them. In the middle of the night, I woke up and was feeling ill again. The roses were the culprit. I knew I had to take them upstairs and put them on the dining room table to stop the ill feeling. I was leery of walking upstairs with no help, but I was also worried about vomiting. (Once I start, I don’t stop.) The last thing I need now is to vomit. (A simple cough drives my pain to a 9.)  I also had flashbacks of falling outside and fracturing my ankle. This elevated Hyperosmia is no fun right now.

My goal now is to keep any “suspicious” smells away from my nose. If hot chocolate becomes an issue, it will be the end of me. LOL





Projects, Pains, and Painting

I spend hours each morning, when I’m physically capable, outside. After feeding and playing with Annie, I decide what project I want to attack. There is a vast amount of work to be done in my back yard. Suffice it to say, that if I had money to burn, I’d hire out many of the tasks.

I’m not certain exactly when I had my SO extend the large ladder for me. To my recollection, the Little Giant ladder has been up for almost a year waiting for me to paint my balcony. I made the decision to devote the three weeks he was driving to Canada to see his mom, to working on my project. I figured I could knock out the chore in the allotted time. I knew the time would fly by quickly, so I set an area goal when I started each morning.

Before he left, we put up a three-foot deep kiddie pool so I could cool off during this awful heat. Moving the ladder in the restrictive space was very difficult for me. After working in my yard each morning, I go in the pool. Each night I go in the pool again and then cover it, so the critters don’t go swimming. I do not like to share my space with uninvited guests.

I was hindered working because of my broken toe. I’ve only been able to wear adjustable sandals because of my taped pinkie toe. Right after he left, I hurt the same foot again. I climbed off the ladder, took off my sandals, and got the hose to water my planters. Stupidly, I smacked the same foot into the heavy ladder. This time I was sure I rebroke the pinkie toe as well as two or three other toes. I fell to the ground in tears. Knowing the protocol, I taped the toes and then iced them. This put a damper on my plans to get everything done on time.

On Monday, Annie stepped on my taped foot and I thought I was going to pass out. I called my doctor’s office Tuesday and was able to get a telemedical visit with the NP. She sent an order to the medical clinic so I could get an x-ray. I made the drive to get the x-ray ASAP.  I was told there would be a 24-hour turnaround time for the results. I called Thursday and then again Friday trying to get the results. Each time, I was told I would be getting a call back. I still haven’t heard anything. Gotta love medical offices.

Doing a little each day meant I was able to sand, fill, scrape, use Bondo, sand again, prime, and paint the wood. Yesterday, I finished the front and the left side. I am proud of myself for not continuing past my pain threshold. I take days away from my chore as needed. My body decides what I will be able to accomplish.

Today was a do-nothing day. It is the 7th anniversary of my mom’s passing. I spent the day thinking of all the great memories I made with my mom. Typically, I only go shopping early in the morning. Today, I went to the store in the afternoon to get supplies for her and my favorite lunch. It felt good to make a Reuben sandwich in her honor. It was nice seeing the Shutterfly memories of 6 years ago when I went to Michigan to visit her sister and my cousin. It was comforting getting messages from loved ones who remembered the date. I am feeling blessed.

Written for:
Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Memory,
 hosted by Sue W and GC
Wednesday challenge from Susan and GC POOL.
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Sarah Needs A Job

Job Search, Career, Work, Resume, Job Hunting

Sarah was beginning to feel more and more harried with the chaos in her life. Her pile of bills was growing larger by the day. She was tired of hiding from the superintendent. Even though he was an understanding man, he would only wait so long before evicting her.

Sarah needed some inspiration as to what her next move should be. She needed a change of scenery. She decided to get all dressed up in her favorite polka dot dress. To add some sizzle to her outfit, she shoved her tiny feet into a beautiful pair of 5-inch heels.

Sarah decided to go for a walk. She was feeling more playful and relaxed with every step she took. It wasn’t long before she ended up at little pub. She walked up to the bartender and asked for Sprite on the rocks. He questioned her about her choice of beverage. When she informed him that she never drank alcohol, he spontaneously inquired if she would like a job at the pub. He liked the idea of an employee he wouldn’t need to watch imbibing on the job. Sarah might have been given the job, except that she chose to expatiate on her dismal work history. By the time she finished her story, the bartender was worn out from listening to her saga. There was no job offered.

Sarah’s New Job

To keep harmony in the family, Sarah decided to try out the job her cousin recommended. It seemed like a wholesome place to work. Sarah was beguiled by the sweet elderly customers in the fabric shop. They were very entrenched in their domestic lives. It was a different world than Sarah knew.

Sarah was convinced that the women were all above board with their dealings in the store. Her cousin decided to not provide any spoilers about some of the shady women. She hoped Sarah could figure it out for herself. On one occasion, Sarah’s cousin had to tell her to hush up when one woman decided to nip a button card and hide it in her purse. They often let her get away with little indiscretions. The same woman was later caught with a purse full of stolen notions. When the strap on her purse broke, everything flopped onto the floor exposing her thievery. The thieving woman exasperated the situation by claiming someone else shoved the items in her purse. It was at that precise moment that Sarah decided this job was not for her either. It was time to enhance her resume once again.

#EM-RWP – harmony, exacerbate
Rag Tag Daily Prompt – wholesome, hush
FOWC – beguiled, shady, enhance
The Daily Spur – domestic, strap
#MVB-PROMPT – spoilers
#TTC – nip, flop
Word of the Day – occasion
Your Daily Word Prompt – precise