My granddaughter was a welcome remember, here is why.

[Bill “Papa” Lee]

A couple of weeks ago, my granddaughter went through the Temple, to get ready for her mission to Peru. Do to my many health issues, we arrived early. My wife made it clear my disabilities would, or could cause problems during her ceremony. However, because we arrived waited foe the end of many granddaughter’s ceremony, I asked (to  loudly) due to my hearing losses. So, my wife finished my question (we meet 48 years ago, that’s what happens when you have been together so long, you can just finish each other’s questions or statements) is there something we can do, while we wait? The patron at the Temple, spoke in a whisper to my wife, you could help with sealing. So we did a lot, and the Priesthood worker knew when we could go into most Holy of Rooms. When she found out who our granddaughter was, she told us, that everyone was talking about her. When I asked why, she replied, “many young women are here to be married, so they have many things on their minds. Many other young women who go through for their missions hardly ever ask questions when they are able”.
 

She goes on and tells us “she did not only ask questions, but listened so intently, it was wonderful”. I told her, “she is a unique young lady, she worked, and saved up ever Dollar for her entire mission, and more would she need it, she decided she was going  on a mission a long, long ago. Both her parents served missions, so somewhere around 13 she was driven toward that path, she. even saved babysitting money”. She then tells us, “the last thing, I will let you witness it for yourselves”. So we arrived early before people came into that Holy Room. Then all of these big people started coming in. Last of all our tiny Macy, all  5’1” tall granddaughter came it, and her Papa and Nanny, saw this 19, almost 20 years old, glowing, illuminated by the Holy Spirt, this what everyone saw, and knew we would see it also. I had been at the Atlanta Temple to help with tours, when the remodeling was finished, and before the it was to be redacted. I was working  outside, directing tracking flow, and parking. However, my Bishop, and best friend was doing tours. So he was going to give me a tour at the end of the day, however people keep lingering, as they felt the Spirt as well. So, the tour was no longer possible. It happened to be the end of the day, it was the “day of Atonement, for the Jewish Faith”. I kept up with things like this, because then I worked with many of the Jewish Faith, so I would give them the day of, even if they that religious and didn’t ask, I read a lot about other faiths, you would thing I could sell better, huh? I was working, and unable to attended the reeducation,  but a week o so after I could attend it again, but due to work, we decided we would attend on that Saturday, But that morning I suffered  “Grand Mal Seizure”, so I had to get an ambulance ride. They made me an appointment with a neurologist on Monday, so my wife gets me out of the hospital, I go to an early morning appointment. On our ride home, just a mile from home, a very young man, with to much car, was driving to fast in the rain, he lost control of his car, he hits us with such Force, and hurts my and traps my wife and the accident breaks my back in three places, however running on pure adrenaline (I hope I spelled that right) I freed my wife  from our truck. Once I got her from the truck, I started shackling all over and collapsed. So Saturday an Ambulance ride, and Monday another ambulance ride, both sides the same hospital, the same Emergency Room Doctor. Because of this it took almost 3 years just to attend a Sacrament meeting, I only tried once, to attend all three hours once, but it cost me weeks in bed. Thankfully Church is now only two hours, but t that is very taxing., the Temple trip for my granddaughter was so wonderful, afterwards however we had to drive many more miles into downtown in the City of Atlanta, because my youngest daughter Alicia was in the hospital and needed a blessing  “from her Daddy” as she put it. She Normally calls me “Dad”, when she calls me “Daddy”, she is very sick, or very frightened.  

The point to this long post, go when you can, and as much as circumstance allow, one never know what my befall then. Also, I find out that the Temple will help anyone, we were able to bring globose tablets, Orange Juice, and word was sent out to  everyone I would encounter of my health issues. This long winded post was also to issue that the Temple will help anyone who will to show up, they will help in anyway possible, and do anything within their power to help those who enter ,THE HOUSE OF THE LORD”, to feel welcome, useful, and truly needed. They are there to serve, and need us to serve.
 

This (again) long winded message, that I placed in the primary folder, was to encourage, or seek for to book inspire others, but more so, to ask for similar stories, that others my know and understand that disabilities can be overcome, and Temple workers will go to great lengths to find anything that you can do to serve, and be of service. Oh how I have missed our wonderful Atlanta Temple. I have been to many, both in Europe, and all over the U.S., but going to my own is so special, I was there before it’s dedication, with my parents, who were not members, also  in it during the dedication by President Gordon B Hinckley, and once out of the ARMY, hundreds, if not thousands of times, along  with a few in Utah, Alabama, Florida, Navoo, want to Kirkland, but it was just a tour of course. I can’t remember the rest,  it there are others Sadly, I had already gone stateside before the Temple was built in Germany. Our little military Fulda, West Germany Branch prayed often for a Temple to be built in Frankfurt, knowing that all of us would probably be transferred elsewhere before this could happen,

So, to my questions…

Does anyone have any stories of how the Temple helped anyone with disabilities, as it might inspire those who suffer in silence? 

What are Temple workers able to help those in need of help?

What stories do Temple attendees, or Temple workers have of wonderful stories where ether workers or attendees have to inspire others?

Also, any questions I might I asked, but did not, or forgot to ask.
 

Two things, first of all, no forbidden Temple comments, per rules spelled out in boards rules.

Also mods I posted it here for max replies, if it does not belong here, please move it to social folder.
 

Thanks to all who take the time to read and respond. 

[CV75]

1 hour ago, Bill “Papa” Lee said:

A couple of weeks ago, my granddaughter went through the Temple, to get ready for her mission to Peru. Do to my many health issues, we arrived early. My wife made it clear my disabilities would, or could cause problems during her ceremony. However, because we arrived waited foe the end of many granddaughter’s ceremony, I asked (to  loudly) due to my hearing losses. So, my wife finished my question (we meet 48 years ago, that’s what happens when you have been together so long, you can just finish each other’s questions or statements) is there something we can do, while we wait? The patron at the Temple, spoke in a whisper to my wife, you could help with sealing. So we did a lot, and the Priesthood worker knew when we could go into most Holy of Rooms. When she found out who our granddaughter was, she told us, that everyone was talking about her. When I asked why, she replied, “many young women are here to be married, so they have many things on their minds. Many other young women who go through for their missions hardly ever ask questions when they are able”.
 

She goes on and tells us “she did not only ask questions, but listened so intently, it was wonderful”. I told her, “she is a unique young lady, she worked, and saved up ever Dollar for her entire mission, and more would she need it, she decided she was going  on a mission a long, long ago. Both her parents served missions, so somewhere around 13 she was driven toward that path, she. even saved babysitting money”. She then tells us, “the last thing, I will let you witness it for yourselves”. So we arrived early before people came into that Holy Room. Then all of these big people started coming in. Last of all our tiny Macy, all  5’1” tall granddaughter came it, and her Papa and Nanny, saw this 19, almost 20 years old, glowing, illuminated by the Holy Spirt, this what everyone saw, and knew we would see it also. I had been at the Atlanta Temple to help with tours, when the remodeling was finished, and before the it was to be redacted. I was working  outside, directing tracking flow, and parking. However, my Bishop, and best friend was doing tours. So he was going to give me a tour at the end of the day, however people keep lingering, as they felt the Spirt as well. So, the tour was no longer possible. It happened to be the end of the day, it was the “day of Atonement, for the Jewish Faith”. I kept up with things like this, because then I worked with many of the Jewish Faith, so I would give them the day of, even if they that religious and didn’t ask, I read a lot about other faiths, you would thing I could sell better, huh? I was working, and unable to attended the reeducation,  but a week o so after I could attend it again, but due to work, we decided we would attend on that Saturday, But that morning I suffered  “Grand Mal Seizure”, so I had to get an ambulance ride. They made me an appointment with a neurologist on Monday, so my wife gets me out of the hospital, I go to an early morning appointment. On our ride home, just a mile from home, a very young man, with to much car, was driving to fast in the rain, he lost control of his car, he hits us with such Force, and hurts my and traps my wife and the accident breaks my back in three places, however running on pure adrenaline (I hope I spelled that right) I freed my wife  from our truck. Once I got her from the truck, I started shackling all over and collapsed. So Saturday an Ambulance ride, and Monday another ambulance ride, both sides the same hospital, the same Emergency Room Doctor. Because of this it took almost 3 years just to attend a Sacrament meeting, I only tried once, to attend all three hours once, but it cost me weeks in bed. Thankfully Church is now only two hours, but t that is very taxing., the Temple trip for my granddaughter was so wonderful, afterwards however we had to drive many more miles into downtown in the City of Atlanta, because my youngest daughter Alicia was in the hospital and needed a blessing  “from her Daddy” as she put it. She Normally calls me “Dad”, when she calls me “Daddy”, she is very sick, or very frightened.  

The point to this long post, go when you can, and as much as circumstance allow, one never know what my befall then. Also, I find out that the Temple will help anyone, we were able to bring globose tablets, Orange Juice, and word was sent out to  everyone I would encounter of my health issues. This long winded post was also to issue that the Temple will help anyone who will to show up, they will help in anyway possible, and do anything within their power to help those who enter ,THE HOUSE OF THE LORD”, to feel welcome, useful, and truly needed. They are there to serve, and need us to serve.
 

This (again) long winded message, that I placed in the primary folder, was to encourage, or seek for to book inspire others, but more so, to ask for similar stories, that others my know and understand that disabilities can be overcome, and Temple workers will go to great lengths to find anything that you can do to serve, and be of service. Oh how I have missed our wonderful Atlanta Temple. I have been to many, both in Europe, and all over the U.S., but going to my own is so special, I was there before it’s dedication, with my parents, who were not members, also  in it during the dedication by President Gordon B Hinckley, and once out of the ARMY, hundreds, if not thousands of times, along  with a few in Utah, Alabama, Florida, Navoo, want to Kirkland, but it was just a tour of course. I can’t remember the rest,  it there are others Sadly, I had already gone stateside before the Temple was built in Germany. Our little military Fulda, West Germany Branch prayed often for a Temple to be built in Frankfurt, knowing that all of us would probably be transferred elsewhere before this could happen,

So, to my questions…

Does anyone have any stories of how the Temple helped anyone with disabilities, as it might inspire those who suffer in silence? 

What are Temple workers able to help those in need of help?

What stories do Temple attendees, or Temple workers have of wonderful stories where ether workers or attendees have to inspire others?

Also, any questions I might I asked, but did not, or forgot to ask.
 

Two things, first of all, no forbidden Temple comments, per rules spelled out in boards rules.

Also mods I posted it here for max replies, if it does not belong here, please move it to social folder.
 

Thanks to all who take the time to read and respond. 

I do this in all circumstances, but as a temple worker I looked at people with disabilities in the eye and conveyed my silent spiritual connection them. The temple in comparison with other settings is especially holy, so there is that additional level of context, and thus awareness and effort on my part. Why just people with disabilities? Many reasons, but I'm trying to expand my tolerance !

[mfbukowski]

2 hours ago, Bill “Papa” Lee said:

A couple of weeks ago, my granddaughter went through the Temple, to get ready for her mission to Peru. Do to my many health issues, we arrived early. My wife made it clear my disabilities would, or could cause problems during her ceremony. However, because we arrived waited foe the end of many granddaughter’s ceremony, I asked (to  loudly) due to my hearing losses. So, my wife finished my question (we meet 48 years ago, that’s what happens when you have been together so long, you can just finish each other’s questions or statements) is there something we can do, while we wait? The patron at the Temple, spoke in a whisper to my wife, you could help with sealing. So we did a lot, and the Priesthood worker knew when we could go into most Holy of Rooms. When she found out who our granddaughter was, she told us, that everyone was talking about her. When I asked why, she replied, “many young women are here to be married, so they have many things on their minds. Many other young women who go through for their missions hardly ever ask questions when they are able”.
 

She goes on and tells us “she did not only ask questions, but listened so intently, it was wonderful”. I told her, “she is a unique young lady, she worked, and saved up ever Dollar for her entire mission, and more would she need it, she decided she was going  on a mission a long, long ago. Both her parents served missions, so somewhere around 13 she was driven toward that path, she. even saved babysitting money”. She then tells us, “the last thing, I will let you witness it for yourselves”. So we arrived early before people came into that Holy Room. Then all of these big people started coming in. Last of all our tiny Macy, all  5’1” tall granddaughter came it, and her Papa and Nanny, saw this 19, almost 20 years old, glowing, illuminated by the Holy Spirt, this what everyone saw, and knew we would see it also. I had been at the Atlanta Temple to help with tours, when the remodeling was finished, and before the it was to be redacted. I was working  outside, directing tracking flow, and parking. However, my Bishop, and best friend was doing tours. So he was going to give me a tour at the end of the day, however people keep lingering, as they felt the Spirt as well. So, the tour was no longer possible. It happened to be the end of the day, it was the “day of Atonement, for the Jewish Faith”. I kept up with things like this, because then I worked with many of the Jewish Faith, so I would give them the day of, even if they that religious and didn’t ask, I read a lot about other faiths, you would thing I could sell better, huh? I was working, and unable to attended the reeducation,  but a week o so after I could attend it again, but due to work, we decided we would attend on that Saturday, But that morning I suffered  “Grand Mal Seizure”, so I had to get an ambulance ride. They made me an appointment with a neurologist on Monday, so my wife gets me out of the hospital, I go to an early morning appointment. On our ride home, just a mile from home, a very young man, with to much car, was driving to fast in the rain, he lost control of his car, he hits us with such Force, and hurts my and traps my wife and the accident breaks my back in three places, however running on pure adrenaline (I hope I spelled that right) I freed my wife  from our truck. Once I got her from the truck, I started shackling all over and collapsed. So Saturday an Ambulance ride, and Monday another ambulance ride, both sides the same hospital, the same Emergency Room Doctor. Because of this it took almost 3 years just to attend a Sacrament meeting, I only tried once, to attend all three hours once, but it cost me weeks in bed. Thankfully Church is now only two hours, but t that is very taxing., the Temple trip for my granddaughter was so wonderful, afterwards however we had to drive many more miles into downtown in the City of Atlanta, because my youngest daughter Alicia was in the hospital and needed a blessing  “from her Daddy” as she put it. She Normally calls me “Dad”, when she calls me “Daddy”, she is very sick, or very frightened.  

The point to this long post, go when you can, and as much as circumstance allow, one never know what my befall then. Also, I find out that the Temple will help anyone, we were able to bring globose tablets, Orange Juice, and word was sent out to  everyone I would encounter of my health issues. This long winded post was also to issue that the Temple will help anyone who will to show up, they will help in anyway possible, and do anything within their power to help those who enter ,THE HOUSE OF THE LORD”, to feel welcome, useful, and truly needed. They are there to serve, and need us to serve.
 

This (again) long winded message, that I placed in the primary folder, was to encourage, or seek for to book inspire others, but more so, to ask for similar stories, that others my know and understand that disabilities can be overcome, and Temple workers will go to great lengths to find anything that you can do to serve, and be of service. Oh how I have missed our wonderful Atlanta Temple. I have been to many, both in Europe, and all over the U.S., but going to my own is so special, I was there before it’s dedication, with my parents, who were not members, also  in it during the dedication by President Gordon B Hinckley, and once out of the ARMY, hundreds, if not thousands of times, along  with a few in Utah, Alabama, Florida, Navoo, want to Kirkland, but it was just a tour of course. I can’t remember the rest,  it there are others Sadly, I had already gone stateside before the Temple was built in Germany. Our little military Fulda, West Germany Branch prayed often for a Temple to be built in Frankfurt, knowing that all of us would probably be transferred elsewhere before this could happen,

So, to my questions…

Does anyone have any stories of how the Temple helped anyone with disabilities, as it might inspire those who suffer in silence? 

What are Temple workers able to help those in need of help?

What stories do Temple attendees, or Temple workers have of wonderful stories where ether workers or attendees have to inspire others?

Also, any questions I might I asked, but did not, or forgot to ask.
 

Two things, first of all, no forbidden Temple comments, per rules spelled out in boards rules.

Also mods I posted it here for max replies, if it does not belong here, please move it to social folder.
 

Thanks to all who take the time to read and respond. 

God bless you my friend!

[Calm]

3 hours ago, Bill “Papa” Lee said:

Because of this it took almost 3 years just to attend a Sacrament meeting, I only tried once, to attend all three hours once, but it cost me weeks in bed. Thankfully Church is now only two hours, but t that is very taxing.,

Bill, love your post.  Just wanted to mention what has been getting me back to church more, I can’t tolerate the pews with my back and would spend half the week recovering before.  It was too high of a cost since others were depending on me in the past, but recently not so much, so I decided to risk it.  First week it was agony.  My back had gotten worse.  So I decided the only way I was going to manage was avoiding the pew and those nasty  metal chairs.

Behold my solution!  I am in love.  So comfy.  It’s expensive, but it gives the support for the lower back, so I stiffen up a bit from not moving much, but I do some stretching and lie down on the bed for an hour after church and all is good.  
https://www.amazon.com/STRONGBACK-Folding-Camping-Portable-2-0/dp/B072PR6JNG/ref=sr_1_1_sspa?

They have different sizes, so if you are taller or made for playing football, you might want a bigger one.  They fold up relatively easy, a bit awkward setting up and carrying it around, but my bishop offered to keep it in his office for me, he is so happy to see me there.

——

I have been putting off the temple out of nervousness because the hardest thing for me for some reason is dressing and undressing, not because I have a hard time doing it, it just makes me tired for some reason. I put my swimming suit on at home and just wrap a towel around me when done swimming so I don’t drip all over their floor, so I can take my time at home to get dressed.  Weird, but apparently common with fibromyalgia. My swimming several times a week is helping me get physically stronger, so I think I will set a deadline with my birthday in October.  I was hoping to do it this summer, but I flipped hard my sleep schedule hard this year and just can’t stay awake much during the day.  The heat will be long gone by Oct annd I will be back to swimming in the late morning  now the kids are back in school and not hogging the rec center all morning with lessons and stuff.    That helps me have an almost normal schedule.

Thanks for inspiring me.

Edited August 19, 2023 by Calm

[Rain]

18 hours ago, Bill “Papa” Lee said:

A couple of weeks ago, my granddaughter went through the Temple, to get ready for her mission to Peru. Do to my many health issues, we arrived early. My wife made it clear my disabilities would, or could cause problems during her ceremony. However, because we arrived waited foe the end of many granddaughter’s ceremony, I asked (to  loudly) due to my hearing losses. So, my wife finished my question (we meet 48 years ago, that’s what happens when you have been together so long, you can just finish each other’s questions or statements) is there something we can do, while we wait? The patron at the Temple, spoke in a whisper to my wife, you could help with sealing. So we did a lot, and the Priesthood worker knew when we could go into most Holy of Rooms. When she found out who our granddaughter was, she told us, that everyone was talking about her. When I asked why, she replied, “many young women are here to be married, so they have many things on their minds. Many other young women who go through for their missions hardly ever ask questions when they are able”.
 

She goes on and tells us “she did not only ask questions, but listened so intently, it was wonderful”. I told her, “she is a unique young lady, she worked, and saved up ever Dollar for her entire mission, and more would she need it, she decided she was going  on a mission a long, long ago. Both her parents served missions, so somewhere around 13 she was driven toward that path, she. even saved babysitting money”. She then tells us, “the last thing, I will let you witness it for yourselves”. So we arrived early before people came into that Holy Room. Then all of these big people started coming in. Last of all our tiny Macy, all  5’1” tall granddaughter came it, and her Papa and Nanny, saw this 19, almost 20 years old, glowing, illuminated by the Holy Spirt, this what everyone saw, and knew we would see it also. I had been at the Atlanta Temple to help with tours, when the remodeling was finished, and before the it was to be redacted. I was working  outside, directing tracking flow, and parking. However, my Bishop, and best friend was doing tours. So he was going to give me a tour at the end of the day, however people keep lingering, as they felt the Spirt as well. So, the tour was no longer possible. It happened to be the end of the day, it was the “day of Atonement, for the Jewish Faith”. I kept up with things like this, because then I worked with many of the Jewish Faith, so I would give them the day of, even if they that religious and didn’t ask, I read a lot about other faiths, you would thing I could sell better, huh? I was working, and unable to attended the reeducation,  but a week o so after I could attend it again, but due to work, we decided we would attend on that Saturday, But that morning I suffered  “Grand Mal Seizure”, so I had to get an ambulance ride. They made me an appointment with a neurologist on Monday, so my wife gets me out of the hospital, I go to an early morning appointment. On our ride home, just a mile from home, a very young man, with to much car, was driving to fast in the rain, he lost control of his car, he hits us with such Force, and hurts my and traps my wife and the accident breaks my back in three places, however running on pure adrenaline (I hope I spelled that right) I freed my wife  from our truck. Once I got her from the truck, I started shackling all over and collapsed. So Saturday an Ambulance ride, and Monday another ambulance ride, both sides the same hospital, the same Emergency Room Doctor. Because of this it took almost 3 years just to attend a Sacrament meeting, I only tried once, to attend all three hours once, but it cost me weeks in bed. Thankfully Church is now only two hours, but t that is very taxing., the Temple trip for my granddaughter was so wonderful, afterwards however we had to drive many more miles into downtown in the City of Atlanta, because my youngest daughter Alicia was in the hospital and needed a blessing  “from her Daddy” as she put it. She Normally calls me “Dad”, when she calls me “Daddy”, she is very sick, or very frightened.  

The point to this long post, go when you can, and as much as circumstance allow, one never know what my befall then. Also, I find out that the Temple will help anyone, we were able to bring globose tablets, Orange Juice, and word was sent out to  everyone I would encounter of my health issues. This long winded post was also to issue that the Temple will help anyone who will to show up, they will help in anyway possible, and do anything within their power to help those who enter ,THE HOUSE OF THE LORD”, to feel welcome, useful, and truly needed. They are there to serve, and need us to serve.
 

This (again) long winded message, that I placed in the primary folder, was to encourage, or seek for to book inspire others, but more so, to ask for similar stories, that others my know and understand that disabilities can be overcome, and Temple workers will go to great lengths to find anything that you can do to serve, and be of service. Oh how I have missed our wonderful Atlanta Temple. I have been to many, both in Europe, and all over the U.S., but going to my own is so special, I was there before it’s dedication, with my parents, who were not members, also  in it during the dedication by President Gordon B Hinckley, and once out of the ARMY, hundreds, if not thousands of times, along  with a few in Utah, Alabama, Florida, Navoo, want to Kirkland, but it was just a tour of course. I can’t remember the rest,  it there are others Sadly, I had already gone stateside before the Temple was built in Germany. Our little military Fulda, West Germany Branch prayed often for a Temple to be built in Frankfurt, knowing that all of us would probably be transferred elsewhere before this could happen,

So, to my questions…

Does anyone have any stories of how the Temple helped anyone with disabilities, as it might inspire those who suffer in silence? 

What are Temple workers able to help those in need of help?

What stories do Temple attendees, or Temple workers have of wonderful stories where ether workers or attendees have to inspire others?

Also, any questions I might I asked, but did not, or forgot to ask.
 

Two things, first of all, no forbidden Temple comments, per rules spelled out in boards rules.

Also mods I posted it here for max replies, if it does not belong here, please move it to social folder.
 

Thanks to all who take the time to read and respond. 

I'm glad it went well.   I know you were worried. 

[mfbukowski]

17 hours ago, Calm said:

Bill, love your post.  Just wanted to mention what has been getting me back to church more, I can’t tolerate the pews with my back and would spend half the week recovering before.  It was too high of a cost since others were depending on me in the past, but recently not so much, so I decided to risk it.  First week it was agony.  My back had gotten worse.  So I decided the only way I was going to manage was avoiding the pew and those nasty  metal chairs.

Behold my solution!  I am in love.  So comfy.  It’s expensive, but it gives the support for the lower back, so I stiffen up a bit from not moving much, but I do some stretching and lie down on the bed for an hour after church and all is good.  
https://www.amazon.com/STRONGBACK-Folding-Camping-Portable-2-0/dp/B072PR6JNG/ref=sr_1_1_sspa?

They have different sizes, so if you are taller or made for playing football, you might want a bigger one.  They fold up relatively easy, a bit awkward setting up and carrying it around, but my bishop offered to keep it in his office for me, he is so happy to see me there.

——

I have been putting off the temple out of nervousness because the hardest thing for me for some reason is dressing and undressing, not because I have a hard time doing it, it just makes me tired for some reason. I put my swimming suit on at home and just wrap a towel around me when done swimming so I don’t drip all over their floor, so I can take my time at home to get dressed.  Weird, but apparently common with fibromyalgia. My swimming several times a week is helping me get physically stronger, so I think I will set a deadline with my birthday in October.  I was hoping to do it this summer, but I flipped hard my sleep schedule hard this year and just can’t stay awake much during the day.  The heat will be long gone by Oct annd I will be back to swimming in the late morning  now the kids are back in school and not hogging the rec center all morning with lessons and stuff.    That helps me have an almost normal schedule.

Thanks for inspiring me.

The pews.

Augh.

First I put a hymnal behind my back for some lumbar support.

Then the book edges start digging in.

I gotta get an inflatable pillow or something.  No more pain pills.

Then I kind of float or snore thru sacrament. Neither help the spirit, that I know.

🥴

Edited August 19, 2023 by mfbukowski

[Bill “Papa” Lee]

17 hours ago, Calm said:

Bill, love your post.  Just wanted to mention what has been getting me back to church more, I can’t tolerate the pews with my back and would spend half the week recovering before.  It was too high of a cost since others were depending on me in the past, but recently not so much, so I decided to risk it.  First week it was agony.  My back had gotten worse.  So I decided the only way I was going to manage was avoiding the pew and those nasty  metal chairs.

Behold my solution!  I am in love.  So comfy.  It’s expensive, but it gives the support for the lower back, so I stiffen up a bit from not moving much, but I do some stretching and lie down on the bed for an hour after church and all is good.  
https://www.amazon.com/STRONGBACK-Folding-Camping-Portable-2-0/dp/B072PR6JNG/ref=sr_1_1_sspa?

They have different sizes, so if you are taller or made for playing football, you might want a bigger one.  They fold up relatively easy, a bit awkward setting up and carrying it around, but my bishop offered to keep it in his office for me, he is so happy to see me there.

——

I have been putting off the temple out of nervousness because the hardest thing for me for some reason is dressing and undressing, not because I have a hard time doing it, it just makes me tired for some reason. I put my swimming suit on at home and just wrap a towel around me when done swimming so I don’t drip all over their floor, so I can take my time at home to get dressed.  Weird, but apparently common with fibromyalgia. My swimming several times a week is helping me get physically stronger, so I think I will set a deadline with my birthday in October.  I was hoping to do it this summer, but I flipped hard my sleep schedule hard this year and just can’t stay awake much during the day.  The heat will be long gone by Oct annd I will be back to swimming in the late morning  now the kids are back in school and not hogging the rec center all morning with lessons and stuff.    That helps me have an almost normal schedule.

Thanks for inspiring me.

Thank you, so much, you are  such a treasure.