January 30th started out like every other birthday that I've had to date. I woke up ... and that's always a great way to start to any day!! I got the family phone calls, Houdini brought me my fave coffee, I was serenaded numerous times, the Munchkin's babysitter made me a Munchkin Hatty Birfday Video, I baked Hatty Birfday Bupcakes (newly named by the Warrior Mama and myself), I got cards in the mail, I got deliveries, Mom and Dad brought me dinner and presents (2 new lamps complete with new lampshades that I'm not allowed to wear on my head, and an iPad Mini of my very own!!), my Facebook friends blew up my wall with bday wishes, and I fought a flare ... successfully!! All pain issues aside, it really was a great day!!
But ... My anniversary of birth is also the time when I reflect on what's worked for me in the previous year and what hasn't. It's when I tweak and re-tweak my personal "rules." It's when I make more than just resolutions. It's when I make the decisions that protect my body, soul, and mind. My New Year's Resolutions are the things that I am going to do. My Birthday Rules are about who I keep in my life, and how I allow myself to be treated. Being single and in my 40's is one thing. Being a 40-something, single RSDer is something completely different.
As Normies age, they feel it. It takes longer to heal, joints creak and pop, there's usually some form of grunt or sigh while getting up from a sitting or lying down position, and everything seems to take just a little more effort than it used to.
As us RSDers age, not only does it take us longer to heal, but the pains remain even after the healing is over. Our grunts are replaced with cuss words under our breath as we rock back and forth to build up enough momentum to get up from any position. When our joints creak and pop, pain radiates through our nerves and we are subjected to the possibilities of a flare. And the effort that it takes to do even the simplest of household chores takes a long, self-pep-talk worthy of The Gipper.
I am now 2 days into being 44 and my new "rules" have been implemented. The people in my life who can possibly cause me bodily pain, have been weeded out. The people who only come around (or want to make plans with me) on my good days have been kicked to the curb. The men that only can talk about sexcapades during conversations have been mentally castrated. But ... The people who make a conscious choice to keep me in their lives, during my bad days as well as my good, are the people with whom I choose to spend my time, spoons, and love. Marilyn Monroe once said, "If you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." People must now win over my heart, my mind, and my soul if they want to be a part of my actions. New rules!! Gotta love 'em!!
I have faith that 44 is gonna be a blast!! I have faith in the people that I have chosen to remain in my life. I have faith that this is a new year in which new things are possible ... maybe even romance. (Hey, it could happen!! And if it doesn't, I still have batteries!!) I have faith that my witty sense of humor, random intellect, and charming personalities will keep me moving forward in my 44th year. I have faith that I will stick to my new rules and not be swayed from them. And I have faith that if anyone does try to sway me from them, they will be met with a swift kick outta my life. My new rule is to respect myself. Join in with me or get the hell outta my way!! Helllllllooooooooooo 44!!
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