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Mar. 28th, 2006
I miss the smell of woodsmoke...
Mar. 28th, 2006 07:09 amI was thinking about that last night -- one of the dramatic shifts in social events since I moved up to Cleveland is that they don't generally happen around bonfires anymore.
Woodsmoke is a deeply evocative scent for me; as a kid, I went camping with my family pretty often, and went to a traditional summer camp every year as well. In college, and the years following it when I was still living in rural Ohio, bonfires were often central elements of social events.
I inherited all the family camping gear last year, and I've been thinking about that. I always expected that I'd continue camping well into my forties, at least, same as Dad. It's one of the places where I definitely feel the limitations of the fibro in my life, and that's something I'd like to minimize. Right now, when I think about camping, or the other outdoors physical activities I used to enjoy, one of my first thoughts is of pain and flares. That makes me thoroughly sad.
Maybe it's partially that I'm simply less willing to 'break' myself for a good time than I used to be. It's not like I wasn't having the fibro problems ten years ago; I remember many nights wandering about in the woods when that was a significant problem for me, and using various canes and walking sticks and painkillers to make it through, and often feeling "stuck" when friends wanted to keep wandering, and I needed to stay in one place for a while. In the more recent years before I moved away, I wasn't even making it through all the "wandering" events that mattered so much to me; I'd often be back home in bed before final festivities. *sigh* *hates fibro*
In terms of camping, though, it seems like I could make some reasonable accomodations, and maybe consider doing it again. Folding camp chairs, air mattresses, selecting times based on good weather that's likely to give me the fewest problems. Doing shorter canoe trips and the like, rather than long push-my-limits ones.
But in general, I very much miss the "running about in the woods" side of myself, and I'd like to get some of that back, if possible.
This ramble brought to you by "Thoughts on tomorrow's rheumatologist appt".
Woodsmoke is a deeply evocative scent for me; as a kid, I went camping with my family pretty often, and went to a traditional summer camp every year as well. In college, and the years following it when I was still living in rural Ohio, bonfires were often central elements of social events.
I inherited all the family camping gear last year, and I've been thinking about that. I always expected that I'd continue camping well into my forties, at least, same as Dad. It's one of the places where I definitely feel the limitations of the fibro in my life, and that's something I'd like to minimize. Right now, when I think about camping, or the other outdoors physical activities I used to enjoy, one of my first thoughts is of pain and flares. That makes me thoroughly sad.
Maybe it's partially that I'm simply less willing to 'break' myself for a good time than I used to be. It's not like I wasn't having the fibro problems ten years ago; I remember many nights wandering about in the woods when that was a significant problem for me, and using various canes and walking sticks and painkillers to make it through, and often feeling "stuck" when friends wanted to keep wandering, and I needed to stay in one place for a while. In the more recent years before I moved away, I wasn't even making it through all the "wandering" events that mattered so much to me; I'd often be back home in bed before final festivities. *sigh* *hates fibro*
In terms of camping, though, it seems like I could make some reasonable accomodations, and maybe consider doing it again. Folding camp chairs, air mattresses, selecting times based on good weather that's likely to give me the fewest problems. Doing shorter canoe trips and the like, rather than long push-my-limits ones.
But in general, I very much miss the "running about in the woods" side of myself, and I'd like to get some of that back, if possible.
This ramble brought to you by "Thoughts on tomorrow's rheumatologist appt".
So. Damn. Tired.
Mar. 28th, 2006 05:43 pm*grump*
I'm exhausted, and our TA taking a half hour to explain a concept that was clear in the first five minutes is really trying my patience right now.
Is it naptime yet?
I'm exhausted, and our TA taking a half hour to explain a concept that was clear in the first five minutes is really trying my patience right now.
Is it naptime yet?
