My Top 10 List: Tools of the Trade

Top 10 List

I had a supervisor one time that said, “you are only as good as your tools.”  She was referring to the splinting supplies in the occupational therapy clinic that included state-of-the-art warming trays.  Thermoplastics used in making upper extremity splints must be heated to the correct temperature or they become gummy; they also might burn your patient’s forearm when it gets too hot!  They had a thermometer on the splinting cart which was a luxury in those days.  Now with so many choices of materials from which to choose at a variety of temperature specs, having the right tools is standard practice.

Splinting never was my forte but the advice stuck with me.  My words came back to me when the men in my life would often repeat this phrase when faced with a decision of whether or not to add to the man cave “tool box!”  Yeah, it was usually o.k. with me.  Usually a new kitchen gadget jumped into the shopping cart too.  🙂  These days my tools relate more to gardening and my own health care.  Here’s a new spin on the latter:  your recovery is only as good as the tools you employ for recovery.  This post is an addendum to an earlier blog entitled, Keeping Sane While Recovering from Serious Illness.  With some tools that are tongue-in-cheek and not necessarily in this order, here goes:

1)  Treatment journal, online or in a notebook.  Keeping track of medications, supplements, medical appointments, changes in treatment plan, etc. is critical to success.  Who wants to make the same mistake twice?  My hand-written journal entries are more truncated these days since I’ve got my routine stuff down better and more social supports in place.  I do go back to earlier postings and am grateful for some progress.  Even if I am not doing better in other areas, I know that I am coping better overall; thank you Lord!

2)  Smart phone.  When stuck in bed I can still stay connected to the outside world via my social media favs, email, and text.  The Bible App is awesome and keeps me in the Word on a daily basis with its Bible-in-a-Year reading program.  On my mobile I can also look up what the heck is going on in my body and boost my lame brain with reminders of this or that on my calendar.  I was a late-adapter to the world of 4G+ and cannot see going back to a flip phone anytime soon!

3)  Fingertip less gloves.  My hands and extremities get chilled in the evening.  It’s a battle trying to do a few things when I am awake and feeling better in the middle of the night but feel like I’m freezing!  The drop in body temp can trigger noxious symptoms so I needed to find a strategy for keeping my hands warm.  I was Christmas shopping at Macy’s this past year and there they were in a colorful display:  a table filled with mittens that had removable mitts so you could expose your fingertips.  Your hands stay warm from the middle knuckles through the wrists.  Success!  These even come in handy when taking frozen foods out of the freezer or grocery shopping.  Grocery stores give me the chills year round.  Know what I mean?

4)  A really warm fleece jacket with pockets.  For the reasons noted above, I finally have something to keep me warm when roaming about the house later in the evening.  The softness of the fabric is comforting too.  What did we ever do before Polartec?  Or maybe for you it is a handheld fan?

5)  Fuzzy socks!  Yes they are warm.  It’s the cute designs and fun colors that make me smile a little when my feet are cold.  My cow socks (which were a gift from when my Aunt Patty lived in Vermont) are my favorite.  The thicker the better, over the ankle, and loose-fitting too.  Such a simple pleasure.

6)  Breakfast from a traditional lunch bag.  Mornings are the hardest for me.  Most days I awaken in elevated pain with noxious symptoms that make it difficult to use the bathroom let alone make breakfast.  Finally the Lord led me to a solution of making my breakfast the night before much like I used to make my lunch to take to work each day.  The freezer pack keeps it cold until morning.  Many times I am eating food cold that others might microwave/heat up before mealtime but that is not a requirement for me anymore.  I just gotta get food in my belly to feel better so a chunk of meatloaf for breakfast it is sometimes!

7)  Making the effort to cook or purchase special snack foods that fit within my restricted diet.  For example, I think I’ve finally mastered coconut flour pumpkin (or squash) muffins to comply with my Candida/mold-free/low oxalate diet.  Pulling a little essence of home-baked goodness out of my breakfast bag in the morning with Earth Balance Organic Coconut Spread, I no longer feel deprived!  The recipe is a bit challenging so I double it and freeze them for yummy goodness each morning.

8)  Emergency remedies on hand at all times.  For me this includes high CBD hemp oil and a charcoal-filter face mask that have arrested an oncoming seizure attack when in a public place more than once.  We need to be proactive in managing the crises of our health condition where possible, saving the real emergencies for situations beyond our control, eh?

9)  Slip-on shoes and slippers.  Who wants to bend over and risk falling on one’s head when weak from illness and needing to cover one’s feet?  Yeah, not me either.

10)  Something or someone warm and fuzzy.  Yes, this can include the stuffed kind or your man with generous amounts of chest hair to comfort us when needed.  (O.k. maybe your lady in soft flannel pajamas would apply here instead!)  When my beloved is not home our German Shepherd pup gets a little extra massaging.  Who knew that a big, protective dog breed would love to cuddle?  Elle, you rock.

Well there you have it:  my top 10 list of recovery tools.  Have some of your own?  I’d love to hear about them!  Please feel free to add your comments below.

He’s Still on the Line

hold you tight

Long after my beloved is asleep

Devastated by unanswered prayers and sorrows so deep

I lie awake my body tossing, trembling

Such are the storms of night:  unending.

From wherest does my help come from

When prayers bring no relief with each day’s sun?

The hopes are dashed, the relief doesn’t last

And the damage, the pain continues no less.

So many nights where nightmares became reality

So much suffering sends off all memories of normalcy.

People leave your life even when they like you

For fear, for powerlessness, for horror of what is your truth.

New sojourners may come only to wallow awhile with you

Should you happen to find a way out they will be long gone too.

Choose wisely your inner circle my friend

Make sure the Lord is closest-in when the nightmare ends.

He will never leave:  His love will fill the gaps

Where others must fail, supernatural strength is what lasts.

You can call Him near, like a salve to the wounds of war

Then peace will come . . . you can carry on from there, dear one.

Now here’s a love song that reminds me of these times with my beloved Steve:  he holds me close while the Lord is still “on the line,” listening to our hearts and holding both of us near to His own.   From a simpler time:

Still on the Line

Jesus is for the Wounded

In the wee hours of Christmas morning, it is.

My body isn’t happy and my heart feels a little smaller than usual.

I wonder when this or that will change:  when the prayers will be answered?

Sadly, some did not say hello when I made it to church for the first time in a month.

Crying could be in the cards tonight, or at least a little pouting.  And what would that accomplish anyways?

I have so much goodness in my life, outside of this illness and its related difficulties.  About these I have written time and time again.

Why is it so easy to forget the blessings?  The roller coaster of life when it gets complicated too easily pushes my focus off of what is most important again and again.

Put the robe back on, take it off, no put it back on again as the sweat episode comes and goes; am I hungry or is it low grade nausea this time?  Oh yeah, the tic attacks have started again.

There is no end to this kind of thinking in my own strength.  I go on about it here only to illustrate that even as a believer in Jesus Christ, I am tempted, taunted by the darkness of this world.  Perhaps the difference between me and someone who does not believe will be what happens next.  Others may attempt to “pull themselves up by their bootstraps” and cheer up with positive self talk.  Still more will use a substance or dark distraction to erase the reality that can be so difficult to face.  Those comforts will be temporary and fail to something else that must replace it eventually.  Well this Christmas morning, these will not be me.  I will turn somewhere else.

But wait, can a baby born in a filthy village to a teenage girl and out of wedlock possibly comfort me in my anguish?  Even if He spoke wise words, did countless miracles, and 500 people testified that he rose from the dead, does that have anything to do with me tonight?  What if His life, death, and resurrection were perfectly predicted 500 or so years earlier without the benefit of the internet, does that mean anything for me or for you either?  And if He was part of God, the three persons of the one entity that is “God,” does that mean that He had anything to do with me being created?  So if He did create me, did He have really some purpose or plan for my life that included allowing me to get Lyme Disease?

Guess what?  The answers are yes.  Jesus is for the “wounded.”  Jesus is for this wounded woman who doesn’t feel so hot.  Jesus is for those who do good and those who do not.   Jesus is for those who think they are good but can never really be good enough because of our shared human condition:  we are all flawed by sin.  Jesus is for the sinner and those affected by sin in this fallen, imperfect world.  Jesus is the answer now and always.  And when I lift my eyes from my limited life and fix them on He Who is infinite, seek His forgiveness, claim that He is Lord, my eternal life comes into view.  This trial of illness will give way to an eternity in heaven with Him:  and there will be no more pain, weeping, or sorrow.  Yeah God!  How do I know this?  He promised it in His Word!

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. (John 1:1-3)

The answers are all in the Bible and the Bible is God, one and the same.  How does that work?  Finding the answer to that begins in a relationship with Jesus Christ, the Creator of all people, places, things, events, and spiritual entities.    Some go to His Word first.  Some cry out to Him before realizing Who is out there listening and waiting for them with perfect love.  Some find Him through a person who knows Him and draws a bridge to the heart of Christ by his or her actions, tenderness, words.  In the end, we can all find Him if we but seek Him.  Don’t stop with that spiritual friend or influence either.  He, she, or it will fail us at some point.  Trust God to be perfect; just love people (spoken first by my former Pastor, Bill Hybels).  Jesus will not, never, ever fail us.  Jesus is for the wounded.  He “knows” the cries of our hearts as He was also wounded physically, mentally, emotionally, socially, and spiritually too.  He does care about our sorrows.  He came to save us from the consequences of the sin of this world.   If all this wasn’t true, He would have never left the heaven realms to be born into this world only to die a tortuous death on a cross.  Would you leave paradise for me?  Er, no.

Tonight my heart is transformed by the renewing of my mind (Romans 12:2).  Thank you Jesus for coming to save me (Luke 19:10).  Thank you for watching over me (Psalm121:5) and ensuring that the trials will not be wasted (Jeremiah 29:11).  Thank you for caring about me (1 Peter 5:7) and taking care of my true needs (Luke 12:22-30).  Thank you for Your gift of salvation and eternity with You (John 3:16).  One day I know that I will be well, whole, and rejoicing in Your presence!  (Psalm 30)

Merry Christmas indeed.