The challenge word issued last week that is “due” today is: GUILTY.
I’m not addicted.
I am dependent, though.
Without them, I cease to function. And that’s not melodramatic. Just ask my husband or my son. Or my friends who watched my health nosedive the past couple years. I mean, replacement thyroid hormones aren’t the worst thing that could happen in my life. But it’s still ever-present.
I’m lucky that my health is pretty good when I take my pills (at 3:45am every morning. Before coffee. Obviously. Not within taking any other medications 1 hour before or after. Not within 4 hours of taking antacid before or after.)
I’m blessed it’s not something more serious. But it is chronic and there’s not a cure and I’ll never be able to stop taking this pills.
And I lost a good chunk of the last two years finding out my thyroid shut down. I spent around 17 out of 24 hours sleeping. That was the year my Christmas tree stayed up until July 27th. I really can’t remember much of late 2007 to sometime around 2009. Some big things, yeah. But I was checked-out.
So I’m guilty I lost that much of my life. Guilty I didn’t notice it sooner. Guilty that it has taken so freaking long to get the meds at the correct dosage. Guilty that I weigh 236 pounds. Guilty that I have to take so much time out of my day to exercise and work my butt off to see little to no results.
I know it’s out of my control. I think it just takes awhile to get used to such a big change in my life. I’ve never been unhealthy then BAM! From nowhere this thyroid thing came in with a one-two combo and knocked me out.
I’m just now getting my life back. My meds, according to my doctor, are at the right level. I have exercised (per his orders) at least 30 minutes a day, EVERY day. I’ve went above and beyond and exercised an average of an hour a day EVERY day for the past 22 days.
I’m doing it and I will continue to do it and someday, hopefully, I’ll stop feeling guilty about how much of my life this consumes.
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Next week’s word is: BOLD
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Also, since the word hope was so challenging for me, I thought I’d give you a head’s up on a month’s worth of words so that
I you can have some more time to get just the right shot.
pop?in?jay–noun–a person given to vain, pretentious displays and empty chatter.
In other words, blogging. 😉
Isn’t that what this personal blogging is all about? Me. Me. Me. For this photo challenge, that’s perfect. We’re going to dig inside of ourselves and do some “concept photography.”
I’m going to give you a word and you’re going to take a photo of something that describes the concept of the word.
- You CANNOT take pictures of your kids or your pets for this challenge. Or anyone else’s kids or pets. I know they’re precious, but they make your creative bone lazy. Let’s get outside of the box. Let’s be challenged.
Please leave the link to your post (not the link to your website or blog.) For example:
So–Let’s see your photos for GUILTY
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