My Life - My Fibro

 I do keep having the strangest dreams and wonder if my anxieties are coming out through them.  My body is still itching, but the worst spot is on my arm, which I've been smothering with Aloe gel from my house plant. However, if the gel works and eases the itch, I tend to forget to reapply, which I did yesterday evening. In my dream last night, I dreamt that my arm was totally red from the fingers to the shoulder and it wasn't only itching but burning and it didn't look good. A friend called in to see me, noticed I was rubbing my arm, and insisted that I call the doctor which I was loathe to do and I said to her "but if I go, he'll give me a jab and then another for the virus, while he's got me there". I mentioned both those things in my blog post yesterday - my caution with the new vaccine and the itching, so maybe dreams do make some sense sometimes! I went through my usual routine this morning - gratefulness meditation,  cuppa at six, washed and dressed...

I find the above quote, particularly true and have been reminded of it today. forty years on since John Lennon was shot. I remember that morning so well. Our house was always full of music - my children were brought up on it. The tv might have been on most evenings, but so was the stereo. we began collecting vinyl, then cassettes and then cd's and we had to build more shelves to store them on. they had to be in sight. When we seperated, my husband of twenty five years insisted they were all his - all 2500 albums - and left me with the ones that I had accumulated before we married. I didn't argue - it made life easier! Since then I've accumulated a good collection of cd's, cassettes and still the odd vinyl, but Spotify has changed my life and I can have music on tap. Wonderful!  But what a sad loss of a great talent! Another moment in history, is the arrival of the vaccine for Covid 19. How amazing is that? I want to be excited, but feel quite nervous too, because I don...