Some Things Still Don't Make Sense

Some things still don't make sense. I have no clue why my spasms have come back and why they are so frequent. It scares me because I don't want a spasm to somehow make my syrinx bigger. Or, I don't want to give myself whiplash and make my whole bulging disc issue hurt like crazy again. My pain has been managed already in that regard, and I don't want for it to happen all over again. I'm thinking that maybe the reason I was hurting so badly before was that I was having a bunch of spasms in my sleep and gave myself whiplash. Maybe.

I have another neurologist appointment on Monday the 15th of August, so hopefully I can get these jerky thingamabobbers figured out. Until then, I'm just going to be tired all the time. I'm sleeping through the night okay, but after I have a bunch of jerks, I get very tired for a few hours.

Some things don't make sense. This picture was taking outside Opryland in Nashville, TN.

And just when I am back to normal street signs yesterday, things didn't make sense again. This was a random subdivision in Hermitage, TN. Again, a sign I saw yesterday.

I hope to return to normal street signs soon!

Peace and hugs,

Jen

Why Me? This Doesn't Make Any Sense That This Is Happening to Me

When in pain, I am tempted to ask, "Why me? This doesn't make any sense that this is happening to ME. What did I do to deserve this?"

I ask this sometimes even though I try really hard to rein the question in. Then, I am reminded that there are some things that simply don't make sense. I went to a cafe today. These are pictures from my little outing.

Sometimes things just don't make sense, no matter how hard I try to make them make sense.

Even though things don't make sense, things are sometimes broken. What is an ugly eye sore to some is a beautiful thing to others.

Yet although I see and feel that the ceiling is broken, the cafe holds beauty inside...

And outside...

We are this way, no matter how broken we are physically. We were made beautiful, and we are beautiful, no matter how broken our bodies become.

Peace and hugs,
Jen