Thursday, January 16, 2020

Teeter Totter

Treatment of Lyme disease involves Bad Days and Good Days, with symptoms in constant flux. The symptoms of bad days are often worse than doing nothing to combat your disease symptoms in the first place. They lead you to question your own sanity. But they're worth it, difficult as that is to trust when in an extremely debilitated stage of recovery. What is taking place in your body is the death of spirochetes that don't go without a fight, a fight that is exceedingly clear on bad days.

But I'm not here to talk about bad days.

Bad days? Been there, done that, we have. Just yesterday, in fact. Here at Lyme camp, bad days come with the territory.

As do Good Days. And that, my friends, is the song we sang today.


work in progress—good day



8 comments:

carol edan said...

The storm clouds will pass and the the new growth will prevail. Brachot!

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Carol, thanks for seeing the storm clouds. Thanks for seeing the new growth. The storm clouds will pass. The new growth will pass. Blessings no matter what!

Simone said...

I'm so happy that you paint, and your work is incredible!

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Simone, your words are a hug! So grateful : )

Lola (Jen Jovan) said...

Good days...happy days...healthy days are coming. "Painting is like a container. And it takes a lot of living, loving and loss to fill that container. " brian rutenberg.

You are getting a whole lot of living there at lyme camp. The paintings are sure to be spectacular...xoxoxoxoxox

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Jen, you and Brian Rutenberg are right on the money. Whole lotta living, loving, and loss. Thanks for reassurances of good days, happy days, healthy days a-comin'.

Sheila said...

Gray skies are gonna clear up
Put on a happy face
Brush off the clouds and cheer up
Put on a happy face...

That comes to me now and then. Memories of dance lessons for this shy girl at Miss Vernetta's Dance Studio. Sometimes I even do a little tap along with it. LOL :)
Your WIP brought it to mind. Golden, happy sun on the hills. Grey skies passing overhead.
Wishing you both clear skies and golden sun to warm your worries away.

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Sheila, you've got me tappng my feet! Fun to hear your memories, grateful for your feedback, welcoming your wonderful wishes!

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