Love my early mornings. Up about 6am to answer the roosters call. Grab my rubber boots and iced coffee as I head out the door to open the coups greeting the ducks and chickens as they tumble out and over each other. With a waddling run the wings are stretched and flapping good morning, always startling the deer who've gathered eagerly waiting for an early treat.
Once breakfast is served with fresh water all about, I walk down to the garden basket in hand, to water, weed and gather veggies for the day.
I soon have company as the grub getters arrive. It's their mission you know, save the garden from bugs and be rewarded with cherry tomatoes for job well done...delightful little puddle hoppers.
I hate it when a 'Wave' hits during my garden time. Ok, hate it when it hits any time of course, but I love my mornings and the 'Waves' are disrupting my Zen. It was nausea mostly this morning, only a bit of pain, but the hangover like hold body head rush is a real mood changer. Bet the Gods get a giggle out of that...I feel like I've been on a five day vodka bender when I haven't had a drink in???Hum...pay back for all the drinking days I got always with? Gives me a bit of a giggle. Then, I find humor everywhere.
Guess the list of ToDo's for today will be put on hold as I see a lie down in my future. It's only 11am and my path to the bathroom is well worn and wearing me out. Imagine a volcano forever active in your intestines...that's life with Crohn's and autoimmune. You never know when it's going to blow knocking you down again.
I hate letting this waste my time, laying down is boring no matter how you feel IT'S BORING but if I don't have to take a pain pill I am grateful...if I don't have to take a Phennergren I am grateful.
For knowing this too shall pass, I am grateful.
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