Hi. This is all new to me, blogging that is. So I’ll just start by telling you a little bit about myself.  I’m a forty-something mom of two “darling” children, a daughter 11 and a son, 8. They believe my given name is “mom” and I keep telling them I’m going to change it. Actually, my given name is Jacqueline. No one in my family ever calls me that. It’s Jackie, Jack or even Jacks. I answer to almost anything, except whistling. I’m not the family dog. My husband and I have been married for just over thirteen years.

We live in Michigan in a city I like to refer to as a peninsula of the city of Detroit. It’s surrounded on three sides by Detroit. I guess that’s about as close as you can get without actually living in the city proper. We’re actually known as the birthplace of Henry Ford. Have I given you enough hints? You’ll just have to pull out a map. I’m known as a “lifer” in this town. Born, raised, schooled, married and still living here and raising my kids in the same place. People tend to just linger here and never leave. I don’t know why. The economy of this entire state is in the toilet. Our city is no exception.

I am officially disabled. However the fine people of the Federal Government don’t seem to think so. I was born with degenerative disc disease. My spine is deteriorating at a rapid rate. I’ve had two successful surgeries but I can’t work at a “normal” job. I also have degenerative spinal arthritis now. I battle depression and anxiety. It sucks. But at some of the worst times, I actually try to handle things with humor.

One example was after a car crash. Hydroplaning on fresh snow into a very large tree is not fun. As I lie in the ambulance with an immobilization collar around my neck on the “surf” board they hauled me out of the car with, I started cracking jokes to the EMTs. They must have thought I was a loon. Did you know that to stabilize the head to the board they use DUCT TAPE! Yes, that lovely, super-sticky silver strapping tape that all men regard as the life-blood of home repair! Forget that crap you see on TV shows like NCIS where they put gauze around the beautiful actors’ forehead as it bobs side to side on the gurney. How could they dare risk having a strand of Mark Harmon’s precious hair get yanked by duct tape! God forbid! Now don’t get me wrong here. I love the show and Mr. Harmon is one of the main reason’s I watch. But I am a nit-picker for accurate details. Just like when he gets up out of the hospital bed and his gown is sewn up the back. Oh pa-leeeezzzz. I want to see his ass hanging out like everybody else’s in the hospital. What makes him so special?(evil grin on my face)

I digress. You see how easy it is for me to get off track. My brain just wanders in circles. Eventually I’ll remember what I was originally talking about. If you can put up with a feather brain like me. Well…then perhaps you won’t mind popping in every once in a while and sharing a thought.

Yours truly, Jackie from MI


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  1. Hang in there Trixie! I know how horrific living with chronic illness can be, especially in a world that has no clue what we deal with on a daily basis. Fighting it with humor is always a great way to go! Have a great day! 🙂

    • trixiec67 says:

      Thanks Mark. I want you to know you have been a great inspiration to me. I pray for you all the time. I pray your pain subsides and that whatever decision you make for yourself you never regret, that you always know in your heart it is the right one.

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