Dysgraphia

Today the last day of the second month of the calendar year 2023 I
happily completed a series on National Days.

Halfway through the month I wanted to plain quit the series since
it took up valuable time I could’ve devoted elsewhere.

On second thought I chose to stick it out and complete the task on
hand, the second half of a selective day-to-day literary project.

Rarely throughout life did I ever consider myself a quitter at any
point. I dabbled in many crafts and gave each an honest effort prior
to admission ‘I didn’t like doing them’.

To date I continue to crochet, sew a bit here and there, create videos
for social media, tend to a few houseplants and blog or write poems.

Over the past few months, I’d noticed some strange happenings with
regards to my notetaking and cursive handwriting.
Words and letters legible to me when I wrote them appeared illegible
the following day.
I resorted to usage of a highlighter in hopes to make sense of the chaos.
Some of the time the neon-colored marker strategy worked; other times
it failed me.

At first, I dismissed the possibility of anything medically wrong and
chalked the distorted writing to me hurrying while writing, similar to
my busy mind filled constantly with intrusive thoughts.

Finally, after weeks of postponement I braved the courage and ran a
Google search figuring there would never be an answer for symptoms
I considered somewhat hideous.

Surprise, I was wrong and staring back in bold letters was the name of a
neurological condition Dysgraphia characterized by writing disabilities.

Of the symptoms of this learning disorder often first discovered in children
when first attempting to write specific to me were the following which now
need to be addressed:

1.  altered cursive writing and printing
2. ending letters of words missing
3. omission of words in sentences
4. difficulty remaining within the lines
5. differential in size of the letters
6. a firm hold on pen or pencil
7. difficulty writing in a straight line

And so my beautiful cursive handwriting which for years I was completed on
has become gibberish on paper a.k.a. mumbo-jumbo.

There is so much more information on Dysgraphia and I chose not to bore my
readers.

Beginning today I shall be taking an indefinite hiatus from Blogosphere to
continue pursuing my last goal in life.

Crossword-a-Day ~ Beneficial

Recently I joined a group for people who’ve found themselves in
the same predicament as I.
The group consists of mostly women and ‘yes’ there are a few
men, although in the minority at present.
One of the ladies, a retired registered nurse, has shared a few
excellent articles.
I enjoyed the read about the benefits of doing a crossword
puzzle per day versus utilizing those brain games on the PCs
or cellphones.
For fun and to see if what the article stated about when we
are unable to find the correct word from the clues, it’s possible
due to the subconscious working in the background while we’re
busy throughout the day, that upon return a few hours later or
next day the answers will come rather easy to us.
I chose a medium level book and this morn with breakfast I
started my first puzzle. Sad to admit I was unable to finish it.
Now usually I’d check the answer pages and place a few words
within to finish solving it; however, this morn I placed the
book down and intend to return tomorrow to see if time away
allows me to remember.
One more area of interest in regard to this 120-day process
is my beginning with puzzle #1 determined to follow thru
solving puzzles in consecutive numerical order.
I’m not allowing myself to partake in past pick and choose
behavior.
Self-discipline and organization both are on the agenda with
good reason.
Exercises to help improve one’s memory sounds 100 percent
beneficial to me.

Why Didn’t I Get It Right??

gallon water day
beneficial one 
health wise
counted bottles eight
goal complete erroneous
1-2-8 ounces gallon

Yesterday I thought this was a good idea
Small 8-ounce bottles H2o lined up for day
I didn’t include water used for cups of tea
Rather figured better to count plain water
I thought this goal seemed a bit too easy
Surprise to learn I’d met my goal halfway
As one gallon of water contains 128 ounces
How could I have forgotten the calculations
Quite a light bulb moment for me this morn
I guess I’ll have to settle for one half the goal.

Humor – letter to me

While reading my last chosen book for the 2021 Goodreads

challenge I did many suggested workbook exercises.

Reality: ‘All the questions & answers, all the lists, all the

drawings and the letters to myself were ‘beneficial’.

I had to be 100 percent onboard and honest to feel

the gain/reward.

Random page from my journal ‘Happy Thoughts’

contains a letter I wrote to my body. It’s soo much

better to feel good about yourself.

The day I wrote the following I had a good laugh.

Dear Body,

You are old and tired now.

I remember when I used to take better care of you.

What happened? Life! Ageism. Depression.

Although I make honest efforts to forge ahead,

re-starting an exercise regimen combined with

healthy eating I doubt I’m going to approve of

the image in the mirror.

Wear a bikini (heck no) related thought = dread.

The stomach of this body carried four children on

the inside and I have a ‘roadmap’ to nowhere for

proof on the outside.

True, I’m unique and special – look at the previous

exercise, a long list of hobbies I tried throughout

my life and all the accomplishments.

Truth is: ‘I don’t like being old’; however, I’ll continue

my ‘old in years – young at heart’ portrayal.

I pray I can keep a positive mindset – one day at

a time future.

‘It’s okay to love myself and demand respect’ even

when the mirror image is a bit bothersome and tad

scary.

This journal entry portrays mixed emotions.

One has to put themself in a good frame of

mind and enjoy today’s journey at whatever

stage of life.

To compare oneself to the younger generation

is a waste of time since the biological clock

moves in one direction, forward.

The Dreaded Process Xs 2

Three words: decide, commit and repeat

  1. No longer could I live in this manner; it’s unwise and unhealthy.
  2. Reluctantly, I admitted to myself it was time to hire professionals.

30-day challenges ahead:

  1. Social Media Detox
  2. Declutter the apartment
  3. Self-carebudget more time for self

It took me quite awhile to find the proper photo today coupled with toggling
back and forth between block and classic editing. 

Unfortunately, my budgeted computer time is about to expire and from past

experience  I’m fully aware:

I’m on my own to continue to clean up a sordid

life mess. 

Next post I’ll discuss my feelings on Part1 of this long overdue journey.


Fixed incomes don’t appreciate too many out-of-pocket expenses!!

What a Week – Wait Not Over Yet!

Stopped in noon hour to take a peek – suggestions / prompt challenges submission

next week.

Two days of dismay working with technological issues was one heck of an

emotional strain.

Three years of work right down the drain and likely situation unfixable since

robuts don’t talk.

I think it took its’ toll on me.

Why?

While heading for an early morning lab visit suddenly I found myself stuck behind

a Sunday driver.

You know the ones who drive 25 miles or less per hour.

Solid yellow lines – do not even attempt to pass driver ahead.

Lovely was my first thought. Stay calm.

Yepp, I became so relaxed to the point of driving right past my turnoff.

Panic stricken now – surrounded by mostly forest – where am I?

Time to turn around and revisit the road you took – a good tactic liken to retracing

one’s steps.

Arrived at the lab approximate 7:30 a.m.

Mask on headed for the building’s door only before I could enter twas necessary

I answer several health-related questions followed by temperature taken

with an infrared thermometer.

Once I passed through the doors I was met with another gal, Ipad in hand,

who took down personal information.

The waiting room was far from full and the seats had laminated notices with

regard to social distancing.

Thankful the wait was short – a few more questions – blood drawn – on my way.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so scared and alone as I did this morn- no way to start a day.

Pandemic – enough – please go away!!






The Monday Peeve 20

It’s Monday again – thank goodness for calendars!
One day last week several reads made my blood boil.
I remember how my idea of taking a new social media path
in order NOT to fuel my depression backfired in record time.
It was the wrong day to offer up peevery chit-chat so I took notes.
As luck would have it my newfound lack of organization skills stood firm in place.
I keep telling myself to place all the important stuff in one of my journals.
It appears I’m my own worse enemy these days.
If or when I find these notes I’ll make it a point to force myself to mark them
in a place where I can find them.
There I scolded myself this Monday morn.  

Before I leave for another site I would like to share the following I read earlier
in my Facebook newsfeed
.

Research topic: Loneliness

The post read as follows: “Loneliness is just as unhealthy as smoking 15
cigarettes per day.”

I’m thankful to have been in the minority who didn’t partake of this bad habit
linked to many health problems.

Today’s astronomical cost of a pack is in the $10.00 (ten dollars) range. 
Unbelievable price to puff smoke into the atmosphere. 

One has to love research studies – you make good decisions in life and
you can find yourself in the same category due to divorce, death of a
loved one or the Empty Nest Syndrome.

Sad!

The Monday Peeve 20

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – “co-” ~ Co-organizer

Ageism
Pangs thee heart suffers
Question loss independence
Follows time admission
Necessary make inquiry calls
Maid services clean 'n declutter
A co-organizer be quite beneficial 
Although rather do it all thyself
Thankful capable paying household expense
Free time off participate numerous activities 'n events.

~ JAQ
 


This post is part of SoCs.
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 17/19