Either way, I haven't managed a post in the past week. Work seems to be slowly picking up a bit, which is a good thing considering how sluggish things were last fall. It's also a good thing seeing as how I'm likely to continue to be the sole source of household income for the foreseeable future. Things are quite rough for David's business right now, so it's something of a day-to-day process trying to figure out if RedMaple will survive. Seriously folks, if you're getting a few $$ back from your tax returns this year, go buy a pair of socks.
Aside from that, today is the 12 year anniversary of The Big Wreck, the nasty head-on collision that really set me down the road to developing fibromyalgia. I always remember the date, though emotionally it's not that big of a deal. I've always figured that since I can't go back and change the event itself, it's not useful to dwell on the what-ifs.
What I am ever hopeful for, though, is the chance that somewhere, someday I'll find a way out of the pain. That is something that absolutely would reduce me to a happy, blubbering mess, because this shit is seriously no fun. I started going to a chiropractor (young, cute, married - just like me!) last week, and he has at least been able to help in just a couple of sessions with the restless legs, which were really getting bad lately. I'm also looking into microcurrent therapy, which is a modality that has shown some promise.
Anyway, that's enough of that, and since I don't have anything else of substance to share, I'm giving you this photo of Tuck and Cougar that David took and sent me while I was in India. Give in to the cute.