Another day, another blog. Well today was my penultimate therapy session with Ken. Now you are probably wondering “therapy? what, is she some kind of nutter? does she sniff glue or hear voices?” Well, yes I am nuts, no I don’t sniff glue and you are just jealous cause the voices only talk to me. But in all reality I am in therapy to help me deal with the mental side of the fibromyalgia. I still haven’t learned my limitations, and for someone who used to be very active and at times very fiercely independent, limitations are very tough on me. And also, as said before, I’m a nutter.

But I decided, even if I am coming close to the end with Ken and Dennis was “working” from home today, I was not going to do anything different. My therapy days are the also the days I go into town for long periods of time and just relax outside the house. Now the thing is I HATE to shop. There are a few things that I do enjoy shopping for but clothes, in town, with crowds of people, is not one of them. But my normal ritual is to get there a few hours in advanced, I hate being late for things, and to just fart around. I first go to McDonald’s for a coke and sometimes for fries. I sit there, with my blank notebook or reading material, and contemplate what is happening in my life at that moment. Sometimes I get the urge to write or draw or just stare blankly at things and watch people go by. After a while I go shopping. I aimlessly walk from shop to shop to see if there is anything around that tickles my fancy. And believe me, my fancy doesn’t get tickled very often. Dennis likes to shop more than me. Then I head up to Ken’s office which is also in town. After a good 30-45 minutes of spilling my guts and crying I leave. Now I am never really in the mood to just head on home, and today was no exception. There is the Kermis in town. There are rides, games, candy and toys. Now that is my idea of therapy. I walked around and watched the kids play games and dare eachother to go on the rides that flipped you upside down. That particular ride reminded me of the time when I worked at Sony in Heerlen.

I used to work for the customer services for their online store and in that office we were a quick 5 minute walk to town. When the Kermis was in town my colleague Juan and I would walk into town for our hour long break and ride that ride over and over again until we either ran out of money or until we were finished with our break. We would get there, pay our money and they would strap us in to the ride, on the uncomfortably hard seats with the even harder harness. You would get swung out 30 meters at a phenomenal pace and then up 30 meters above Heerlen. What an excellent view of Limburg I can tell you. Then, after reaching the top, you would be swung, backwards, towards the ground, jerking back and forth in our hard plastic seat and thrown forward again. This would continue, round and round, up and down, upside down, for a good few minutes and then it would stop. We would get up, a little worse for wear, and head over to the booth to by a ticket for another round. After about 45 minutes of this we would head on back to the office for another few hours of complaints and inquiries. That seem to just make the day so much better.

So now I am home, full of suiker spin and good thoughts, and just waiting for the sugar rush to hit me