Common Cents: Second thoughts and little blue pills

I have my appointment with the bankruptcy lawyer on Thursday and I am not looking forward to it, nor am i ready. Does anyone else find it interesting that I don't have the money I need to file bankruptcy which I am doing becasue I don't have the money to pay my bills?

Little Blue Pills

I spent a lot of time behind the dirty windshield yesterday. And you know what that means, I spent a lot of time thinking. But one think I noticed is I was thinking happier thoughts than normal, must be that little blue pill I take in the morning now. Or the white one. Or the pink one. One of them. I have noticed since I was diagnosed with FMS last week that I do think a little differently. I try not to stress out about things as much, not that I did before, I guess it’s just a case of my theories on life have been reinforced. As I have mentioned in the past, life is too short to worry about the small stuff, the things you can’t control. Not that you should just give up and not worry about anything, but you can only do what you can do at any particular time and you certainly can not change other people. We aren’t going to be here for ever, we need to make the best of it while we are here.

Cleaning the Windshield

So here I sit, trying to get some of the streaks off the dirty windshield. Been a heck of a last few days, with this whole fibromyalgia thing going on. I have been reading and researching about my new illness and I am guessing I have had it for awhile, just never knew what it was. I just tossed my aches and pains to getting older and not really ever have taken very good care of myself. I have always worked hard and not always in the best environments for ones body. I work outside now, towing cars in the rain and snow and cold. For years when I was young I was a butcher, which required working in the constant cold, and when I was a butcher it was back in the days when everything came hanging on hooks, none of this box, pre-cut stuff you see today. When some tells me they are a “meat cutter” now, I just smile. Kids.

So Now I Know

As anyone who has read this journal sine its inception knows, I have long complained and whined about being down and tired and weary, etc. etc. And now I know why.