Good morning! I hope this day finds you happy and healthy! Don't forget, today is the last day of our Fall Fundraiser here at The OP! 
 
It appears we are coming up on unseasonably cold weather this week for about 3/4 of the country. Be sure that you have your houseplants indoors and your garden plants harvested and/or ready to overwinter! I brought our houseplants in from the patio this week, and our little balcony looks quite bare now.
 
Don't despair if you like slighty warmer weather. For most of us, the cold snap will only last a couple of days. I have cozy plans like a pot of chili and handmade blankets and movies and books because my joints really do not enjoy extreme cold anymore. I'm going out today to grab a few ingredients I need to do a little baking, and then the outdoors won't see me again until Wednesday or Thursday, whenever November decides to behave and feel like November again. I know that all my friends whose joints predict the weather better than the nightly news can relate!
 
Speaking of cozy, I got a little "too cozy" yesterday. I finally got in to have an MRI on my neck, where I have some spinal arthritis and a pinched nerve. I was told that only my head would have to go into the itty bitty tube so I arrived, confidently free of the drugs I had been offered.
 
In reality, though, it was not just my head that went into the itty-bitty teeny-tiny tube. And that's precisely when I learned that I am, in fact, rather claustrophobic, at least when i'm in a place too small to lift my head or raise my arms to scratch my nose. 
 
Why is it that the very moment I got into that tube that everything I couldn't reach began to itch? I took one little glance at the top of that tube and saw how very close it was to my face. What the heck? What if I sneezed? Then I'd be concussed AND have neck problems. Anyway, then I scrunched my eyes shut hard for the duration of the ordeal. 
 
Really, in case I have been too subtle in the telling of this tale, I'm not at all a fan of enclosed spaces with banging far louder than the music being piped into my earplugged ears.
 
Despite the wild stories of itching and sneezing and swallowing - it's really hard to swallow when you're laying flat on your back like that and why was I suddenly producing enough saliva to wash down an entire sleeve of saltine crackers? -  going on inside my brain, I did not move so much as a muscle. There was NO WAY I was going to repeat this exercise in Daisy Hates Oppressive Spaces. 
 
As you can see, I survived the anguish of the teeny tiny tube and have lived to write about it today. I have never been happier to hear a voice telling me I was done in my entire life. I came straight home and read a book set in the vast open spaces of Montana, scratching my nose any darned time I wanted to for the rest of the day and luxuriating in my freedom of movement that one time I had to sneeze.
 
Please don't forget to take part in our Fall Fundraiser. We strongly rely on your donations to keep the lights on here at The OP. Your $10 (or higher) purchase means the world to us. (Especially now that the hospital bills have begun rolling in!)
 
I hope that you have a wonderful week ahead!
 
Stay safe.
Be happy.
 
Love, 
Daisy
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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