TESTING TESTING.

 My hands were so-ooo bad the other night...

I was beside myself.

I just could not sleep, or get comfortable.
Irritable, frustrated, 

TESTY.

I sat here and cried buckets of tears.

Silently asking WHY this is

happening to me...

for the millionth time.

I finally found some comfort

under the spigot in the kitchen...

running warm water over my fingertips

and hands. It soothed them...

TEMPORARILY.

And it took the edge off. 

(I have found COLD 

on the other hand,

makes the situation worse.

Hands BURN and tingle more.)

Test after test are forthcoming.

Conclusions have yet to be reached

by those who are supposed to know

by now... something, anything.

So I play a waiting game. 

One waiting room after another.

Sandwiched between the duties 

of being wife, mom, grandma, 

daughter, blogger.

Getting impatient.

No relief for my weary soul…

But I forge ahead

Because that’s what you do.

You keep fighting

when something knocks

you down.

And eventually... answers come-

Whether you want to hear them or not.

MEANWHILE, 

I do a little daydreaming 

Wishing I was ANYWHERE else.