Need a smudging...

When I was very young there was a huge thunderstorm

the walls creaked with the pressure of the wind

the leaves madly slapped against our second story window

and the lights went out after a huge bolt of lighting

Terrified I ran after the dog who had just scuttled under the bed

I started to squeeze under there too when my Mama said

'oh no you don't, I need help'

She gave me a large lit Virgen Mary pillar candle

Grabbed something that looked like a cross between flowers or feather duster

And started walking around the house praying

Stopping long enough to tell me her mom would do this with dry grasses

but we didn't have dry grasses so this would do

and to please keep up, hold the candle still & stop being a chicken

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry

But it was comical...now

 

~ ~ ~

So I was thinking a bit about the other side of healing this time

Strange crap

Like I couldn't breathe after taking pain pills

So my hubby takes me to the local ER and they want to do lung tests

He says no, plops me back in wheelchair and brings me home

And I'm like...I can't breathe!

Teehee...turns out it was the pain pill so no more of those

 

Then the fridge dies

And all my caretakers are running around trying to keep things cold for me

My hubby gets one delivered the next day and we're all smiles again

 

Then it starts to get cold outside so I agree to let them turn on the heat

(I've been keeping everyone in the cold)

And it dies

The repairman comes and can't find the problem so schedules to be back

in 11 days

 

But the most annoying of all is strange allergies

If I catch a whiff of anyone cooking meat I immediately get congested

and can't breathe and no way can I sneeze

(for fear of my brain falling out of hole of course)

Milk is doing it in the mornings too

And all those vitamins are fighting with my belly 

And the skin under all the glue on my head is waking up & feels like creepy crawlies

Then the fear sets in again

which is really becoming annoying

I mean mega fear as in now I'll get cancer and shingles and my skin will always

feel like it doesn't belong on my face or head and how much illness there is...

and I catch my breath and muster enough energy to chastise myself

(remember can't slap self for fear of brain falling out)

So I beg hubby to take me with him to bank

Anything to get out of house

My walker and I shuffle to car in spongebob flannel pants

I try looking out window but eye can't quite look up 

So I lean back and marvel and the changing colors

When did it become October?

I come home with a new attitude

Yes, there's bad mojo going on

But we did find a fridge fast and the one that was dying,

well the freezer held out long enough to keep things cool

And my hubby ended up fixing the heater so we're warm

And I tried a tiny bit of cheese for lunch and no death sentence

Vitamins still don't like me but they're healing my skull

 

It's hard to find the good stuff when I feel like a gargoyle

layed a huge egg on my head

But there is good stuff...I know there is

But just in case

maybe I should tell my Mama to bring the duster and candle

and we can pray and pray for the dark cloud to go away

 

because my family is threatening to sit me n the cloud in front of the neighbor's house