A Guy in a Skewed World: Next step

One of the things that I deal with regularly is skepticism. There are a lot of people (quite a few of them in the medical professions) who don’t see Fibromylagia as a real condition. They see it as someone trying to get attention or faking to get out actually being a productive citizen. I’ve dealt with several doctors, rheumatologists even, that did little to help me find ways to remain productive and able to provide for my family.

Having said all that, I’m happy to say that I’ve found a new doctor that is actually trying to help. For once, someone’s looking at my symptoms and actually trying to figure out if there’s an underlying problem that triggered the FMS (likely Rheumatoid Arthritis or RA) or if the FMS is just tagging along on it’s own. He’s seems sincere in trying to find a way to get me back to some semblance of normality. It’s been only one visit, but that one visit has given me the hope that someone out there does believe that there’s actually something going on and is willing to work with me to find out how to stall it. It’s going to take time, effort, and many small steps (even some backwards), but I’m willing to put the time in to be able to live a somewhat normal life.

— sham

Originally posted at http://shamandin.blogspot.com on 03/22/2012


Days that suck

You ever have one of those days that just truly suck? Days that suck your energy, patience, and desire to accomplish anything right out of you? Well, today is one of the days for me.

My fibro limits me in various ways. When I overextend, like I did this weekend wtih laying tile in one of my mom’s bedrooms and the helping my son stay up prepping for a sleep deprivation EEG and then taking him to said EEG. When I overextend, my body reminds me of it for several days. Aches, dizziness, cramps and muscle spasms, heavy fatigue, and loss of appetite all are ways my body (because of the fibro) remind me that I over did it. The flare hits worse the day after but normally lasts for several days. The severity diminishes somewhat as my body manages recover from the overwork that I out it through.

That’s something that a lot of folks don’t understand. I can do a lot of things that are considered normal. They don’t see the torment that I go through on the following days. That’s why I have to be careful and pick and choose which activities I will do.

Now, while this is a bit of a rant, I want to make it clear that I do not ever intend for this disease to keep me from doing what I want to do. I will do what I need to do and accept the consequences. At that point, it’s my choice to be a stubborn, pigheaded Polack. Everyone else just needs to get out of my way. I don’t need to be babied. I am learning the new limits that my body has decided to enforce. I am also aware of the consequences of going beyond those limits.

I will not let this disease beat me. I will not let it dictate to me how I should live my life. I acknowledge the limits and their consequences. I will not let them stop me from helping my family and doing things with my family. My family is too precious to me for me to allow it to take them and activities with them away from me.

I apologize that this is a little ranty and a lot incoherent. I’m dealing with the consequences of overextending this weekend. My brain and body are barely functioning today. I’m lucky to have made it into work today.

— Sham

Originally posted at http://shamandin.blogspot.com on October 25, 2011.

Stupid People are Stupid

I really don’t know which part of this story gets my goat more – the fact that the local NBC station is going into PSH over it or the guy thought he could bring a loaded weapon (even if the weapon itself was not loaded, his magazines were, ergo…) in his carry-on luggage. Note – I wanted to include the TSA in that little rant, but it appears that the TSA found it during screening, before the passenger could board a plane.

To summarize – a passenger attempted to bring a Ruger .45 and ammunition past security at Richmond International Airport earlier this morning. Why this qualifies as BREAKING NEWS 5 hours after the fact … I’ll leave that for y’all to figure out.

Now, the guy could’ve very easily forgotten it was there if he routinely carries in the bag he had on the plane. I know I’ve had items in my laptop bag that would’ve made airport security rather … excited … if they’d found them. πŸ˜› While explanatory, it’s not exculpatory. It was a stupid move. If you’re transporting your weapons (and yourself) by plane, follow the rules and procedures. Yes, it’s a pain in the butt. Yes, it’s an intrusion into privacy, etc. etc. But (and it’s a big but), it prevents you from violating any number of federal laws. Which means, you’ll be able to keep that nice, shiny CHP (oh, and the firearms, too) that the Commonwealth of Virginia was nice enough to issue to you.

The local station is starting to get on my nerves with the hysterical rants about guns, lately. Now, I know this isn’t a change for them, it’s just that I’ve started paying more attention to articles/stories about gun usage. We’ve had several stories over the past couple weeks that the hysteria became in-your-face-obvious. The first was a local deputy that used a personal weapon (not even his duty sidearm) to defend himself and his home from a burglar. The local papers and TV news tried to play the story off as a vigilante mission by the deputy and were making calls for something to be done to the deputy. Now, VA is NOT a Castle Doctrine state (yet, that is). The legal precedents in the local courts strongly lean that direction, however. The deputy was doing what any homeowner should be allowed to do – protect himself. Almost two weeks later, the state police are still investigating, but likely won’t do anything to the deputy. However, the article makes it sound like the homeowner was in the wrong for shooting someone WHO BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE and THREATENED HIS FAMILY.

The second story happened just this past weekend and is making the rounds of the gun blogs. Sebastian at Shall Not Be Questioned is just one example of the reaction. Now, the guy was carrying a loaded Glock in his waistband without a holster. Definitely falls into the category of Less Than Intelligent Moves. Guy did something stupid and paid the price. His wife is quoted as seeing him move it around when it went off. GAAAAH! Modern firearms (yes, even Glocks) don’t just “go off”. On a bad day, surrounded by idiots, *I* am more likely to “just go off” than your standard firearm. Holsters, in this case, are good for two things – making sure that the weapon doesn’t randomly drop out and keeping outside objects from interacting with the bang switch. Especially your finger. The local coverage of this story played up the “evil gun decided to take the guy’s life” angle instead of using it as a reinforcement of the importance of safety. Yes, the man was less than bright for carrying that way. A $10 piece of cheap plastic would’ve done him better. Playing to peoples’ fear, instead of using it as a means to instruct, is just sad.

I better stop this here, because the more I think on this, the angrier I get, and my co-workers would rather I keep the angry mumbling to a minimum.

Someone thinks I’m not crazy …

Rather, someone thinks I’m not crazy ENOUGH. πŸ˜€

I know it’s a bit late, since it actually came in before Thanksgiving, but the Commonwealth (and my local county) decided that I wasn’t crazy enough to deny a Concealed Carry Permit.

Now, if only I can get my wife to finish the paperwork and get hers and I might not worry as much about her out and about with the kids. Maybe when she sees what I got her for Christmas, she’ll be inclined to stop procrastinating.

Sadly, working on a Federal reservation (not naming it due to privacy issues), I’m forced to be unarmed on the way to/from work. When I run errands after work, it’s a choice between driving home first (which usually means I’m going to end up NOT running the errands ’cause frankly I don’t want to leave again when I get home.) or going unarmed to run the errands. Hitting the grocery store – not a problem, usually as it’s literally on the drive home.

Ah, well. It’s all good for driving me even crazier (and yes, the peanut gallery will say that it’s a really short trip).

— sham

Originally posted at http://shamandin.blogspot.com on 12/11/2011.

Seventeen years of Marital Fun

It’s been 17 years (to the exact day – it was a Friday, it’s now Friday) since we held a small ceremony in my father-in-law’s church. 17 years where things have been up, down, sideways, bent, spent and mutilated. 17 years that I don’t regret for even a moment. As Garth Brooks said in “The Dance”, “I could’ve missed the pain, but then I would’ve missed the dance.”

For Better or For Worse – We’ve had rocky patches over the years. What pair of humans can live in close confines with each other without SOME disagreements? And if you says “My parents didn’t fight”, I just say – they were better at hiding it. It’s natural to disagree, even with your mate. What’s not natural is for you to allow that disagreement to come between you. We’ve had to work hard (extremely hard at some points) to manage the disagreements in a healthy manner, but we did. Still together 17 years later and she’s still my best friend.

For Richer and For Poorer – We’ve never been rich, money-wise. Many years ago, we made a decision that I do not regret. Even knowing what I do now, I’d still make the same decision. We decided that the best thing for the children (of which we have been blessed with four) would be She Who Must Be Adored would remain home with them. It’s made it … interesting … from time to time dealing with a single income, but with loving family on both sides, we’ve managed to survive. Seeing the way the kids have turned out, we would do it again. She Who Must Be Adored is a wonderful mother (even if she doesn’t always think so) that has done right so far by her kids. Oh, and by me. But I tend to forget about me. πŸ™‚

In Sickness and In Health – Both of us have health issues that make it difficult sometimes. Between her health issues and my fibromyalgia (and associated conditions), it’s been difficult sometimes. When the pain or the depression hits so bad that it’s hard for the other person to understand what’s going on, that’s when we depend on each other the most. I know that I would’ve been hard pressed to make it through the last couple years as the FMS symptoms have gotten worse and my arthritis has become almost unbearable, at times. Having the support of a loving, caring mate has helped me get through the worst of it. Having her and the kids in my life gives me a reason to push myself to not allow this disease to beat me. From the bottom of my heart, her unwavering support for me during this time says more than she’s ever been able to vocalize (and since she’s where the kids got their chatterbox tendencies from … that’s saying something. πŸ˜€ )

Til Death Do Us Part – Today marks the start of our 18th year of marriage (21st year of being a couple). For me, it’s just a down payment on the time we’re going to spend together. She Who Must Be Adored completes me (and this is just one of the reasons she must be Adored. πŸ™‚ When we aren’t together (I’m away on business or she’s off with the kids somewhere for a couple days, what-have-you), I feel a chunk of myself missing. The bed feels empty. The house echos. There’s a feeling of missing something. When she returns, all of the emptiness is filled again and I feel complete, once more.

For my beautiful wife, thank you for making the last 17 years special for me. Happy Anniversary, love, and here’s to another 53 years. ’cause 70 years together has that nice round feeling to it, don’t it?

— sham

Originally posted at http://shamandin.blogspot.com on 11/25/2011

Moved here

Okay, since I seem to be a little messed up with Blogger’s interface changes, I’m moving over here to a WordPress setup. I’ll be moving the other posts over here as I get time