I’m Sick

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I guess I’m sick, I think. It’s tough to tell anymore. Last night the nausea got so intense I couldn’t even take my medication.  I just swallowed some Gravol and eventually went to sleep. I only refunded a little bit. I’ve been sitting around watching lame TV, as I can’t be arsed to find something great. Actually, Family Guy and John Tucker Must Die isn’t bad. I watched it yesterday.

I just popped two more Gravol, as my husband came to check on me, he hand fed me. How pathetic am I? Today is even chocolate chip pancakes day.

My neck and back are incredibly sore. I want to vape, but I’m too nauseated, I feel if I move an inch, I will be in big trouble. We keep an old cooking pot as a barf bucket, so it doesn’t matter if I can’t move fast. But I hate it. I should be used to it. Not only am I a puker in general, I have a past rife with bulimia.

I’ve been shopping. I’m bored and hungry and feeling sorry for myself. I just bought some Unicorn Snot! 😄 it’s glitter gel for face, body and hair, but also a lip gloss formula. I’m excited. That will be fun to play with. I bought some loose pigment and mixing medium from MAC, I don’t shop there much, and an eyeliner from Sephora.  I purchased a couple of cute boxes from Amazon, too. I have great toys to play with, now I just need the energy to play.

My husband has been on the phone most of the weekend in meetings. He’s working so hard.

I am scared because my nausea has been fluctuating with my neck and head pain. I had a weird experience this morning where I was asleep, I think, but I experienced these bright flashes of light, excruciating pain and a sound like an explosion, and then the pain would subside. It happened twice, maybe three times? And I either fell asleep or into a deeper sleep. It was horrible. But was it a dream?

I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t think the hospital is the right place. I don’t think they can take the time to figure this out. Although the can ensure its not an urgent issue, I suppose. My GP would send me somewhere, and ask me for suggestions, so he’s really not much good. My pain doctor I’m seeing in a month, so I just need to hang on. The Clinic is supposed to be on the radar, but I haven’t heard from them. My options I’m considering are calling Tele health and asking for advice, although they usually send you to hospital.  Then, I could call my pain doctor or the evil social worker and ask for advice. I could at least have assurance I’ve been referred.

I should have a bath, although I just don’t feel like it. I can’t now.

Be well, Zebras! 😷

Mellow Afternoon

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I just skimmed my post from the middle of the night last night. Wow, my spell predictor is aggressive! I usually fight with it, but I was so tired last night. Husband was snoring, and the kids were wandering around. I didn’t feel right sleeping. I was also in pain. I did drop off, finally. Husband has meetings all day, so he’s busy. Fortunately, boy’s therapy was cancelled today. He usually only snores like that when he’s congested or exhausted.

He went to his usual grocery run this morning and bought me a plush blanket to wrap around my wedge behind me. I can snuggle into it. It’s gorgeous! It makes me feel cared for.

You know, I read these articles that go viral about girls feeling sad, and their boyfriends buy them three things from Sephora. I devised a spreadsheet to track my purchases, as my memory is bad. We know what brain fog does! I spent, with permission and encouragement! over $1500 in treats of mostly makeup last month because my husband felt I was feeling low. Which isn’t to show off, there were some major limited edition drops last month that needed to be acted on immediately or not at all. This didn’t cause us financial hardship, I’m trying to say this without sounding like an asshole. It’s not, though, like we had to go without food.

But that’s only a very tiny thing compared to managing my pills, and being at every doctor appointment, treatment, surgery, dentist appointment, rearranging his work schedule so he can. When he is home, he runs upstairs at every buzz so he can get something I need or pick up something I dropped, or bring me food, or rub my back. He makes my phone calls, our kids’ phone calls, he takes them to the doctor, too. He’s been doing this for at least fifteen years. Although, I used to be able to attend some doctor appointments on my own, so eight years.

When he’s not at home, he’s in touch by text or phone, checking up or checking in. Working hard and excelling in his career. Never taking an actual holiday, in fact violating HR policy by taking days piecemeal. But when forced to take days off is bored.

He crawls into bed exhausted every night from cooking our meals, quelling our anxieties, and making us laugh through it all. When we try to credit and thank him, he dismisses us, saying he doesn’t do anything the average Mom doesn’t do.

I’m a pretty lucky person. I wish I could properly thank him. Yes, I say thank you all the time! He waves me off. I love him more than anything. It’s the best thing I can do 😍!

Have a wonderful day, Zebra friends! 😘

Refinery29: 12 Women Discuss Whether They Regret Their Decisions Around Motherhood pt 2

Refinery29: 12 Women Discuss Whether They Regret Their Decisions Around Motherhood. http://google.com/newsstand/s/CBIwle2Szzk

This is such a fascinating article. I never had doubts about motherhood. Well, let me explain.  Throughout my 20s, I had assumed I would remain childless. Partly because of my five operations for endometriosis, partly because my husband was not suitable for raising children with, and partly because my mother told me I’d make a terrible mother, as I’d hate it.

giphy15It turns out I’m having a blast. I don’t like kids, much. We don’t relate well, but mine are awesome. Other people have said just that. It is quite a struggle with managing my pain, but I have an extremely supportive partner, who works with us as a team, not a sperm donor. He attends all our appointments, as the kids are both autistic. Our 15-year-old girl has Aspergers, our boy is 13 in June, is part way through testing. They are certain he is on the spectrum, but resources are so limited, they have to test further up the line before finishing him up. My husband has Aspergers as well. He cloned himself when he made my girl! 😂

I work hard to find other things to talk about besides my children. I have many child free friends. In fact, I was on those boards in the 90s! I even campaigned for a hysterectomy for a while, as it was the only thing on offer to really ‘cure’ my endo.

My life would have been very much different without children. I may even be in less pain. I certainly wouldn’t know the love, wisdom, and depth of spirit I do now. We had discussed the very real likelihood I might not be able to conceive. When my now-husband and I met, I was 28, he was 30. (It was Halloween, 1998, my birthday is November 3, I was 27) Wednesday moved in together officially in July of 1999 (unofficially, much earlier, but we got a place together in July) and on November 13, 2000 I got pregnant for the first time. This was my ectopic pregnancy, which had given us so much hope! I could at least get pregnant.

I started bleeding on Christmas Eve, 2000 in Barrie, an hour’s drive north of the city we live in (Toronto). It started getting bad, beyond spotting, so I had husband take me to the hospital. At the hospital they told me their ultrasound technician was off for the holiday (1:00 p.m.) but my cervix was closed, don’t worry. Meanwhile, not fine. We have holiday dinner at my brother and sister in laws house with parents in law, while I am bleeding, and cramping and trying to hold it together while I know I’m in hostile territory.  We had planned the surprise for tomorrow, but I’m scared as hell and turning ghostly white. Husband finally makes announcement he’s taking me back to a better hospital. Oh, and that I’m pregnant.  Mother in law holds her head in her hands. Drama queen. We traipse off to the hospital, where I don’t remember what happened, but we have to keep my parents’ car overnight. I have to tell everybody over the phone the good news. I at least get to sleep in my own bed. The next morning I went back to the hospital and they ran tests on me. They discovered I had an ectopic pregnancy. The embryo had stopped growing in the fallopian tube. If it had decided to rupture, I could have died. What kind of hospital doesn’t have an ultrasound technician? Doesn’t think of this possibility and suggests I try another hospital? I was lucky enough that they caught it in time and two doses of methotrexate took care of and dissolved that blockage. Because, after getting the all clear, it only took us two months to conceive our daughter. The original plan was, we would try the 6 months leading up to the wedding, and then immediately after, start IVF. Usually they make you wait a year, but they were so convinced, and worried about my advanced age and surgeries. I’m so glad to prove them wrong. Husband takes all the credit!

We were planning to get married the following October. October 16 is the ‘family’ wedding day. Rebels that we are we married on the 20th of October, 2001. I was 5 months pregnant with Dorkus.

I remember those nights of pulling my daughter into bed because she wouldn’t stop nursing. She eventually stayed there. I’ve had days of stumbling around and not being able to see, so tired.

But she grew, she became more independent. It wasn’t long before I wanted a bigger family.

I must say, being adopted by my dad, with a half-sister, having genetic relations around is neat!

Honestly, my menstrual cycle returned in July, 2003. September, 2003 I had an ER room visit where I was clutching my abdomen in pain. I could barely speak, I was moaning. They were certain it was my appendix, although they couldn’t find it on ultrasound. They decided to go in after it. They removed a perfectly good appendix and I started my period the next morning. The nausea from the anaesthetic lifted after two weeks, but then I started getting sick again. Our boy was born in June of 2004.

I’ve never regretted them. They are my family.

Just today, I had such pain, I needed comfort. I asked my son to come snuggle me. Just sit with me and watch the Simpsons while I fell asleep.

Best nap ever.

One one side, I do have incredible pain and very little to no support from extended family. On the other hand, I have an extremely supportive, willing and able-appearing partner, who pushes through the pain of his own arthritis to keep us on track. We are in a first-world country with adequate health care that I have extended benefits for and the income to access, not to mention the skin tone.  This all contributes to making things slightly easier for me on that side of the equation.

Although, we left our kids with a sitter to actually go out, once. We went to my high school reunion. 25 years. Back in Winnipeg. We had adjoining rooms and the kids bounded in the next morning and wanted to know who was in bed with me. They didn’t recognize their father. 😄

I think we’ve left them with my parents a couple of times? Few? My Mom has taken our daughter to the library, we’ve spent time with them. Husband and I went for dinner for an hour and a half. No more than six times for sure. We just didn’t see them that much. Never with his parents. I was in labour with our son and we had asked them to come stay with our girl. They wanted to take her to their house and hour away! No! I want her to meet her brother! First! They didn’t get it. My Mom to the rescue! Or I would he rave been alone.

I don’t know if I told this story. I tell about my daughter’s birth, but when my son was in labour, the nurse checked my progress with two fingers and he grabbed them! She said he must have had his hand up by his head!

Parenthood: I feel like I’ve been given the greatest puzzle to solve. The more I put into it, the more love I get out of it.

Goodnight, Zebras! 😘

It’s the middle of the night, I hope this makes sense! 😘😘😘

Unnngh

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I’m so stressed. Yet it’s mostly self inflicted. I mean, I think the pressure is self inflicted.  Ì ended up sleeping a lot again today. I couldn’t stay awake, and my back and abdomen were just screaming in pain. I must have overdid it yesterday. It’s so irritating that I put on makeup for 20 minutes and it caused me to have to sleep for the day. I’m at a loss as to how to cope because there is just no help available until my doctor appointments unless I go to the hospital. Honestly, what can they do for me? I mean, besides berate me for wasting taxpayers money. Never mind the people going in for sore throats because their doctors office is closed.

My husband is working hours and hours, I haven’t seen him in days. I miss him. I also have to have an uncomfortable conversation with a person because they are doing things that are crossing boundaries and I’m not happy. I’m too exhausted to deal with this. I just want everybody to leave me alone, except the people I don’t want to leave me alone. 😁 yeah, it’s just as bad in here.

I don’t want to sleep my life away.

Hope you’re having a great evening, Zebras! 😘

 

Dear Prudence Letter Should be Required Reading!

It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of agony and advice columns. One of my favourites is Dear Prudence, as she rarely gets it wrong. (Unless we’re dealing with baby names).

Read the first letter in this column and see what you think!

I Made a Disabled Woman Cry Trying to Help Her With Her WheelChair

Doubt, Pain and Uncertainty

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Yesterday went slightly better for me. Strange, because we started the day with the lower THC marijuana, so I had lower pain relief, and I was hurting slightly more. I wonder if I take better care of myself on these days? Something to think about. I made sure I took in proper nutrition, and had some crackers my husband had bought over the weekend with some cheese, and I felt less tired. Hey, now! If I can time this right, perhaps I can work around the nausea and try to have some better food and thus, better energy. I’m pretty good at timing my vitamins now. One thing at a time.

I had a chance to play with a new makeup collection – the Urban Decay x Basquiat Collection – and had a blast. I didn’t make too much of a mess. I was so pleased! I played with new lights, and was happily able to take care of some personal grooming such as shaving my legs, applying a face mask, and I was going to settle down to write a few words for this blog when… okay, I fell asleep. I thought it was just going to be a small two-hour nap, just until my husband came home. It was four o’clock, after all.

Eight o’clock and chicken tortillas in my face indicated this was not to be. I was in quite a lot of pain as well. My abdomen is really bothering me, as is my neck, although it’s eased some. I’m coping. I mean, derangedly, but I’m coping. I have huge acne sores. I’m stressed all to hell, but I’m coping. I just don’t know what else to do except put on makeup because it’s fun, take photos, because that was a lot of work, and the photos are fun, too. Distraction.

I’ve cut my Beauty Blog to three days per week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday now through the month of May. It’s heartbreaking, because it’s so much fun, but I had to give something up. Nobody would take my kids 😃 Likely because I didn’t offer them. My daughter is struggling a bit with her Autism and anxiety. Mama to the rescue! Poor kid. When Dad has Autism as well, it’s difficult because he wants to help, but he isn’t very adept at relating interpersonally. His approach is completely logical. Not necessarily what one needs in the moment. Fortunately he relates well to the hyper-logical boy.

Off to play for a bit!

Stay stripey, my Zebra loves! 😘

Just Keep Swimming

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I’ve spent the last five days or so sleeping for at least half the day, and I’m still exhausted. I just don’t have the strength nor energy to do many of the things I want to do. I really have to think about what I want to accomplish and where I can spend my energy. If a conversation runs over, so long bath! My daughter had a panic attack this morning and I am pretty much done for.

My husband has this idea in his head that I’m bored. Nothing could be further from the truth! I have lists of things I want to do! I have makeup looks I want to do, books unread and stacked, waiting, crochet projects, movies to be watched, blog posts to write, friends to chat with! As it is, I am busy from morning until night when I have the energy. I can’t seem to convince him, and it makes me so sad.

My neck is so bothersome I just can’t take it. I move wrong and I have intense pain. I don’t know what to do about it. I’m waiting for my doctor appointment in six weeks. Hell, I have pain when I don’t move. I’ve considered going to the hospital, but really, what can they do? My abdomen is also giving me incredible pain. I’ve run out of the higher THC mmj my doc prescribed. I only vaped extra once, so that doesn’t work. I ordered yesterday, so yay.

Good news, I broke 200 lbs! I’m 198 now. I don’t really know how to stop this. I guess I will stop when I’m there? I’m eating what I can, not trying so hard.

Going to try a nap for a couple hours, then try and put a face together, because it’s fun! 😀

Hope you’re having a good day, Zebras!