Waiting for Results


I had the MRI as planned last week. They had to redo a portion of it because I was moving, but I was in so much pain I couldn’t be still. My back was just so sore, being flat. Somehow this is affecting my back, and this pain is the worst pain. It almost affects me more than anything.

I played with makeup for a couple of days. It was tons of fun, but a bit of shadow kept falling in my eyes, as i had to do it lying on my back. I’m resting today. I haven’t seen my husband since yesterday morning because I have been asleep. I was awake all weekend, so I need it.

I am so weak yet so hungry. My body is gearing up for something.

I may be a bit less frequent than usual. I don’t have much energy these days. I only seem to have enough to buy scented candles. And makeup. But that’s not hard. I’m going to try going on a no buy tomorrow for the rest of the month. We shall see.


The Next Day


My husband evaluated the situation yesterday, I just love his logical Self! ( please allow me this apology. My predictive text is really obnoxious, and I can’t fight with it today. I simply cannot. I am so sorry for the weird capitals, or not, or apostrophes they insist upon)

So, my husband and I went over what I had taken, what I had, and came up with a good mix. Within about 20 minutes I was much more comfortable, and even a bit loopy from finally being out of pain. (Which is different from being stoned, because it all really hadn’t kicked in yet.) I was still well within my range of my prescriptions, which is awesome. There is this magic cream the doc prescribed that really numbs things up. It’s lovely, and I always forget about it.

After the lovely medicine started to kick in, the most embarrssing thing happened! I picked up my tablet and started to read, as I often bookmark things for myself this way, and the blog I was reading… I thought ‘This poor woman!’ Oh, Lord! It was my own blog I’d just published! I did notice after a couple of sentences. I  need to reign in the pity party. 😆

So, my bath was gorgeous.  Fantastic. I loathe getting out of the bath, as I am always so cold. But. I survived. Hair washed. Slept amazingly well. It was tough, but I fought to stay awake yesterday, so there would be a full night last night.

This morning I received a call for my MRI. It is on Thursday.

I am still very tired today. I’m cold. Sleepy. My back is intensely sore. I think I should focus on rehydrating myself. Staying warm.

I thought I’d play with makeup today, but maybe later. Or tomorrow…

Priority has to be maintaining good function first.

It is amazing to me how dumb I have been, distracting myself from all the stupid important stuff going on with my body, because it’s scary and intense with all of the unimportant minutiae because it’s easier and self-perpetuating. It’s time to human up.

Stay snuggly, my friends!

Letting Go



I’m likely having a flare-up. At least I assume that’s what is going on. My brains are currently pretty scrambled. The pain is pretty intense at the moment, and the pain medication is taking the edge off, but not much more. I continue to take it, don’t want to deal with withdrawal or anything, but it doesn’t really make much of a difference.

Sorry, bit of a pause there, my husband came upstairs after his weekly call with his parents to check on me, and I got some medication and rub. That was nice. I’m slightly more comfortable, but not too much. At least my neck feels not quite as sharp.

Husband and I had quite a row yesterday. No. Wait. I had a tantrum. That’s better. I’m not doing well with accepting that I need as much help as I do. He is a bit overwhelmed with his own duties and obligations and didn’t see that I had not eaten and had missed my medications too long. Yesterday morning I was trying to take my morning pills, but I kept dozing off from pain and sleepiness. I’m usually pretty vocal about my needs, so he doesn’t always babysit me. It blew over quickly, though. We spoke honestly with the kids about how we did things badly. But this was the outcome. I spoke about my trouble accepting help, but I really need it right now. It wasn’t positive, but I think we moved on in a positive way.

So that help thing. We don’t have any help in the community at all. Besides professionals, we just don’t have anyone we can rely on. It’s just the four of us. As I’ve mentioned, our kids have learning disabilities. Our daughter, Aspergers, our son, a processing disorder.  Both of them are in counselling and support twice a week, and have severe anxiety issues. I feel really awful asking for anything from my husband! Although he gives so freely!

Anyway, I realize I just need to trust he will tell me when he has had enough. I have gone two weeks without a proper bath and I just need to suck it up and do it at midnight if we must. Despite our daughter, newly minted 16, shushing us for being too loud at 8:30 last night, Saturday. We are a party crowd.

The luxury of sitting up has been whittled to a few minutes at a time. The nausea and back pain is ever present. I realize now I must let go of a lot of things I may have wanted for myself coming up. I really need to focus on myself right now. This is not something that comes easily to me. Sure, I can do face masks and things, but to really rest without distraction is tough.

I need to let go of worrying about what people think about me. So much of my life I was taught that other people’s opinions were paramount, and it is my duty to micromanage those opinions. No wonder I’m so tired! There are certainly a lot of people who dislike me, I think more than the average person, but I need to just stop trying to dissect what is wrong with me and live my life. I need to chalk it up to being a psycho magnet, as we used to call it back in the day, I know I am very naieve and have made some very bad choices in friendship, and I know a few enemies were made due to people ascribing me stories or characteristics which don’t belong to me at all. Many along the way seem to have this idea I’ve lived a perfect life. I’m some rich kid. Ha! Bizarre. Anyway, I really do need to stop looking back at my life from others’ perspective because it doesn’t serve any purpose, but damn, it’s fascinating.

I need  to accept help. I need to stop with the caretaking. Do you know I was actually thinking of posting on Facebook that it would be okay to unfriend me, it wouldn’t hurt my feelings? I mean, people are kind of acting like I run around and punch them in my sleep, or make horrific posts…wait, I should go check that. I won’t share my health updates. I guess. Maybe. I dunno. I’m just back using it again.

I’m thinking I may play with makeup lying down one day. We shall see how that goes.

My son came into my bed this morning after my husband got up at 6. It was lovely. He had me so relaxed just by wrapping himself in his blanket beside me, putting his face close to mine, and stroking my cheek – I fell asleep! I love that boy! (My girl just as much!)

Ok, perhaps a warm bath would be good. I don’t know. I’m still so uncomfortable. It’s not quite sharp pain, I feel like I’m being squeezed by a boa constrictor. From my cheekbones to my hips. I need to relax, but I don’t know how. God, I think I may have to go to the hospital if this doesn’t let up somehow, or I find something that helps. I’m at least calling the doc tomorrow. Or having my husband do it. Ugh, having indigestion does not help.

Oh, sitting up feels so much better.

I will keep you posted.


Sick? Well, I Feel Sick.


I’m not certain if I’m actually ill or if my body just quit on me. Not that dramatically, of course. I am aware it could quit to a much greater degree.

I should probably stop here and warn you this might get a bit weird and rambly, as I have spent the past couple of days on nighttime Tylenol cold and flu trying to keep my sinuses clear, because otherwise my head is killing me. I have eaten, but I should eat more. My stomach is playing a horrible game of Would You Rather? with my head: if I stay lying down, my heartburn is horrific. I breathe fire! If I sit up, my stomach is better, but my head hurts. I have fun arranging pillows and stuffed animals in various positions… as I was rambling 

So, ahem, I am lying in bed watching trashy tv and eating bon bons and cold pizza, dressing in cute outfits, shopping for more, applying masks, lotions, and thoroughly enjoying it. I am prioritizing myself. Of course, I have worked up to this. Wednesday and Thursday I slept. The mask and lotioning is tbd after nap. I am so exhausted. I feel like something is going on, sinus-wise, and I have huge dark circles under my eyes. It’s quite tough to tell, because I use a CPAP and the constant air pressure keeps your sinuses in your nose fairly clear.

I am staring down one of my biggest fears. What!? I have a lot. This one happens to be: Being thought of as lazy. Even if it’s only me who knows, at least I know I did something. It’s not good for my health.

What scares me? I’m enjoying the relaxation. I’m scared that I won’t be ready for work (not real work, since im pretty sure that ship has sailed, I mean like for family and stuff) when I need to be. What if the world falls apart without me?

What if it doesn’t?

I’m going to laze around for a few more days. I’m enjoying how my breathing is so much smoother. My husband is thrilled because he thinks this is what the doctor intended. All rest, all the time.

These days it does take all my strength and concentration to get anything done.  I know I’m supposed to get in touch with so many people but I don’t think I can function that way at the moment. I’m trying!


I’m falling asleep…🙁



I’ve written so many editions of this blog where I have been feeling low, it is great to be feeling good for a change.

I have settled into a comfortable routine. I am up at 6 am, available for the kids as they get ready for school. I putter around until around noon. I am in bed, but I fold the blankets and put them aside so I can move around. I lie down as I need to, sometimes it’s ten minutes here and there, sometimes it’s a whole hour at a time. Between six and nine, I am definitely available for my kids, and they talk to me a lot! Once they are into their day, I am more relaxed.

After my afternoon medicine, I nap. Sometimes it’s right until 6:00 pm.  I am around for my family from when I get up (today it was 4:30) until the kids go to bed, usually by 9:00 (their choice) and then my husband and I hang out until the Sleep Monster comes for us. 10?

So, that takes care of getting enough sleep.

Other things I am focusing on:

  • Getting proper nutrition
  • I’ve been making sure I eat good food and don’t worry about weight gain
  •  Focusing on positive shows and experiences
  • Because I am stuck watching tv so much, I focus on more positive shows and not negative ones
  • Lowering stress
  • I have found some good apps to help me keep track of things, and I’m learning not to overload myself
  • Enjoying hobbies
  • Playing with makeup and crappy crafts are more important than they appear. They really help me relax. Organizing things is my kind of fun. 

So far, the results have been good. I am no longer constantly berating myself for not accomplishing more, and I’m having fun!  I still have body pain, yet it is discernable from my mood. In other words, I can be happy and in a good mood and have an aching back, and it’s been a long time since I could say that.



This has been a tough week. I’m trying so hard to stay positive and happy, but I just feel so awful all the time. I don’t have much time where I can sit up before I need to lie down again to relieve the symptoms. I did end up sleeping from Friday evening -our whole family was in bed by 9 on Friday, until dinnertime. And then I slept this morning until 11. I hope it helps. My back is hurting like crazy, but it is probably related to the leaky spinal fluid.

I think I’m so upset because I am afraid. I am afraid things won’t get any better and I will be stuck not only in pain, but even more useless.  I am trying to not dwell on this, but I need to get a certain amount out of my system. I am trying to appreciate the benefits of the relaxed life. There is the grand possibility I could be fine. God, I hope so.

I get very lonely. I don’t have much capacity to reach out or to be a friend right now. Online is so tough, I am often misconstrued, rightly so, I am so tired or not thinking about how my words are interpreted. I don’t get back to people, I have to run sometimes if I have to vomit or stuff. It isn’t ideal. Phone sometimes works, but my husband will work from home, and no phone for me! 😆 or my face hurts so much. But that is a possibility. 😊

I’m trying to watch funny and positive programs on tv. There are so many things on tv I missed out on! Friends was so Great! Arrested Development was amazing! Bojack Horseman is hard for me to follow, and I need to decide on what’s next. I’m enjoying this.

I started reading again. Reading was tough for a while. I’m not certain if I was too jumpy or if I can only concentrate on short stories, but I just finished an excellent book. I will tell you when I can get the title. I can’t move just now. 😜

There are plans to change my medications, consult with this doctor,  that doctor. But this all takes time. I am trying so hard to be patient. But I’m uncomfortable.

But when I look forward to my future, do I have 35 years left? 83 is a ripe old age (okay, we generally live longer in my family, but please) what am I going to accomplish in this time? This disease has already derailed my (sad) career. I cannot start anything in this condition. This blog is a major effort (of love!) Thank God I was able to have the kids I was told I would never be able to have or I’d feel like I had passed through this earth leaving nothing (ymmv). Maybe I’m just having an existential crisis all on its own. I’m prone to those. I have way too much time to think. My sister told me to “just don’t think about it” which is brilliant advice, but yeah, when you’re lying here in pain, your brain goes to dark places. It sucks. I’m working on it.

I was thinking about my friend who had told me early in the year that I needed a new doctor and the way they were going to fix me was without pills. He was right, in a way. But I don’t think I will be making the miracle recovery he expects. It’s not q-ray bracelet technology. If the blood patch works first time (unlikely) I need physio of between 3 and 5 years to be up and walking to where I would be enjoying time with my family. Not to mention getting on proper medication, etc etc.

I will be so much happier when I can at least lie down and not be hurting, you know? It’s bad.

Sending my love!


So Grouchy


I have been thinking about posting all week, I have just been so grouchy, I didn’t think it wise. Everything seems to be irritating me. I don’t like this at all. Isn’t it just like me to be irritated about being irritated? 😆

My head is sore. It hurts almost constantly. It’s bearable when I am lying down. My neck has this sharp kink where it feels as if something is sharply out of place.

I have about three to maybe four hours in the morning, where, if I’m very careful, I can sit up. I need to lie down periodically, but I can get a few things done. I can’t screw around, and when it’s time to quit, if I delay I may have to rest tomorrow, too. It’s tough, because I’m easily distracted and really clumsy.

And oh, so tired. I’m thinking it was the three hour appointment, but we are ten days past that now, I should have my strength back. But I can’t accomplish anything much.

I’m reorganizing everything I can get my hands on, which does tell how stressed I actually am.

I am trying to learn to relax, although I have no experience in it. Doctors orders. I’m also trying to watch positive shows, humour, and be generally happy. It’s helping. I mean, I know I am irrationally irritable. I’m trying to keep it to myself and not inflict it on anyone.

This pain. I do occasionally have better times. Resting is my lesson.

On the plus side, I really enjoyed Friends and Arrested Development. I was working so much when they were on, I didn’t see them. I’m not certain what’s next… Archer?

Hope you had a Happy Valentine’s day!