peanut butter cookies are NOT a solution. . .

13 Nov
peanut butter cookies

peanut butter cookies

I admit it. I eat when I’m depressed and right now I am not seeing my life very clearly. I’m not seeing how truly blessed I am. I’m not seeing that God is providing even as I stamp my feet and demand answers.

But He is. And I’m being a poothead child.

Folks say how lucky I am not to have cancer. I am grateful I don’t have cancer. I know people whose families have been devastated by that disease. My brother-in-law is one of those people. He is clear of cancer now, but our prayers and thoughts were always going up the God super-highway.

So. . .I’ve got arthritis, and it is doing a number on my cervical discs. My white blood cells are hyperactive and just love to munch on my joints. I picture little pac man figures munching greedily through my joints. Yum yum. They salivate in anticipation.

I’m having surgery in two weeks to fix the damage.

BUT THOSE STINKIN’ PAC MEN are now munching their way through my lumbar discs. I’ve been told that the discs are like jelly donuts between the vertebrae. Well, my little pac man figure has munched away on the disc material in order to get to the delicious jelly. Result? Jelly is running into epidural cavities and irritating my nerves. Literally.

I didn’t know nerves could hurt so badly—aren’t they the  transporters of pain to the brain? Seems like they should have some sort of nerve protection which would prohibit them from hurting just because a little jelly leaks out of my disk donuts! Oi Vey!

Nerves are very sensitive.

Bly me, now I can’t walk well. As my daddy says, “Cindy Lou, you have a hitch in your get-a-long!”  Yep. My get-a-long is long gone. I walk like Frankenstein’s creature.

I can handle the pain stuff. It gets to me and my hands shake all the time, so I take a light-weight pain-killer; I flushed all the Percocet down the toilet. No thank you. I’ll take a peanut butter cookie.

But I also have to take this nerve pain medication. I think it may be evil because my hair is falling out. My hair is short anyway because it is really thick and bushy and coarse. But now, it’s thinner. And it has receded at my temples and my bangs won’t grow to cover it.

My mom suggested a wig. No way jose. No wig. I wear headbands as a disguise and eat peanut butter cookies. And mope.

Oh, did I mention that sections of my eyebrows are falling out? Thank goodness for Smashbox and their eyebrow powder. it’s terrific.

This week, deep, round and red, sore bubbles broke out in random places on my face. If my face were a map and my right eye was Maine, then I have these red bumps (one at a time—not a group) in Florida, Arizona, Mexico, Washington, and Quebec. I think they may be (gulp) pimples.

Another peanut butter cookie.

Can I be blunt, please? I’m vain. I’m not, nor have I ever been beautiful, but I have always been cute. Ok looking. Not special, but I hung together pretty well. But now—I won’t look in the mirror except to put on make-up.

I have to wear glasses and I’m now a good 30 pounds overweight because I can’t walk or ride my bicycle. Walking kills foot and makes me cry in pain for a while and wish I hadn’t flushed the Percocet down the toilet. Doctor doesn’t want me to ride my bike because I could fall and crack some of my fragile discs that the Pac Men have been attacking.

What now? Locusts? Boils? (I actually think pimples count as boils.)

This too shall pass.

It will. I read Psalm 27 last week and several parts of it spoke to my heart and eased my soul. The last verse was better than a peanut butter cookie.

“Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”

Sigh. To everything there is a season. This is just a season. I can wallow around with peanut butter cookies or I can be strong and take heart and wait.

I’m trying. I’m praying. God is moving, and I just need to wait and apply Clearasil quite liberally.

. . .and avoid peanut butter cookies.

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4 Responses to “peanut butter cookies are NOT a solution. . .”

  1. Jentry December 30, 2013 at 9:51 pm #



    “Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.” – The Alchemist

    Love you! :)

    Like this

    • cindyloucamp December 31, 2013 at 6:49 am #

      Jentry! Thank you so much–I love that quote. Love you, too!

      Like this

  2. Jeffrey A. Ward November 13, 2013 at 1:02 pm #

    Because it can’t be said enough: I am a big fan of you.

    Like this

    • cindyloucamp November 13, 2013 at 5:39 pm #

      And I’m a big fan of you. So we will have a fan club for each other. Now, about t-shirts…

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