Disability Stories – My Mother-in-Law

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Let me preface this by saying I know my Mother-in-law isn’t truly evil. She just doesn’t think things through before expressing herself some  all the time. My husband had a fairly revelatory discussion with her the other day (Sunday, actually, beginning at 8:30) where we discovered she often thinks she’s being funny! Imagine!

My Mother-in-law is older than I think of most moms, in that she’s in her mid eighties. Her husband is nine years younger, and quite a hunk! Portends well for my husband’s aging process! Not only is my Father-in-law handsome, he is sweet as spun sugar. 💙

Now my Mother-in-law, I do believe, generally has the best of intentions, generally. I first met her after the breakup of our mutual relationships and when now-husband and I had just finished the ‘should we or shouldn’t we?’ dance. I think everyone knew this relationship was significant.  She served dinner on warmed plates, so fancy. She was trying so hard. It was sweet. It was my first trip to the Danforth. On Logan Avenue. Gorgeous neighbourhood. I’ve lived in Toronto twenty-five years, I’ve been on the east side maybe fifty times. Anyway, they were lovely. She ran around before I arrived removing photos of his ex-girlfriend. It had only been three or four months. They had been living together. They bought a house. (Oh, that really makes me sound like a home wrecker, but on reflection I do believe we were set up. It took me years to realize).

Things went well. July of 1999 husband and I moved into the top two floors of a house off of St Clair West near Oakwood. At this point I was dealing with just Endometriosis…except my thyroid started acting up shortly after we moved in together. I went from 190 lbs to 220 lbs in 5 weeks. Then another 20 lbs came on over the summer. By October of 1999 I was 240 lbs. Thyroid medication was the only thing that stopped the gain. We have no idea what happened.

Prior to this, my now-husband had drifted away from his family. Because of me being such a lovey-dovey nosy person who doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone, I declared this ‘strange’ (I was 29 and stupid) and encouraged him to get in touch with his perfectly lovely seeming family! His ex-girlfriend was much like my ex-husband. Very artistic, loves to be centre of attention, not really good with details. Which means both of our houses looked like trash heaps unless he at his or I at mine did something about it.

This is the scenario when I, a former go-getter have my first child, which was actually a fairly traumatic birth, involving a c-section, yanking, tugging, more yanking, THE DOCTOR GETTING ON THE TABLE AND STRADDLING ME, and finally her birth. Still no idea about my EDS diagnosis at the time. After this, I have a year off, nine months of which is pretty good, and the pain returns with a vengeance. (Things are hazy about this time, two young kids, pain, migraines, under medicated). I got my daughter into daycare and tried to go back to work, but I couldn’t.  I had my daughter in daycare in February, and by October I was pregnant. It was the only time I felt okay. He was born in June of 04. I had to put him into daycare as soon as I could. He was too active and my pain returned too quickly. Yet as soon as she heard about my pregnancy, my sister-in-law asked me “why would you get pregnant again when you can’t look after the baby you have?” I was gobsmacked. I muttered something like accidents happen, although he was no accident whatsoever. I assume she was referring to our decision to keep our daughter in daycare while I was not working. Not that it’s anyone’s business, but she really enjoyed daycare, and it was good for her. Plus, what’s wrong with her Dad? Is he a potato all of a sudden?

After both kids were here, both c-sections (where I actually got online V-bac counselling from Michelle Duggar, who was on baby 7?, hand to God!)  I was in a lot of pain. Here is where my Mother-in-law comes to my rescue? No…here is where my Mother-in-law sees I am not working. Probably assumes I have no income.* Sees I am slacking off on my household chores (My husband has this terrible habit when he is talking on the phone of saying “I’m doing the laundry” even if it is I who was doing the laundry.) And starts encouraging my husband to take the children and find a new wife. He is certainly young and good-looking enough, she assures him. (Why would he tell me this? My husband has Aspergers, it probably didn’t even occur to him I would see this as anything but ridiculous. He is incredibly sensitive, and has grown so much, 15 years ago he was a bit green, and we had babies).

To complicate things, husband decided to take our co-sleeping sprogs to sleep in the other room so I could deal with this chronic pain that was cropping up. Only he didn’t say that. He just left. I was sure it was because I was revolting. Or, he had the children he really wanted. He could go off happily now. My DNA is so Oooh speshul.  Haha! I was so crazy partly,

I had been prescribed opioids by my GP for pain. Whee! No not Whee! Like high. Actually, I was joking with a friend who has something… that lung thing… we’d be ‘lucky’ enough to be roofed at a club, I can see it. Picture it: *Hmmm, I’m actually not feeling too bad right now!* Lol! Back to the story: Hydrocodone, I think? Anyway, it was fine, I took my dose just fine, every four hours on the dot. HOWEVER patients with EDS tend to metabolize medication faster than the general population, and I am one of them. I am done with a 4 hour medication at 3 hours. Cold medication, pain medication, everything. So for almost a year, I found out fairly recently, I was spending that hour essentially going through withdrawal, how many times a day? That must have been the worst time of my life. No, I honestly can’t think of a worse time. Should there be an equation for this? My time with my ex was awful but it was extended, this was concentrated awful.

I know my husband stuck up for me to his mother, but she just wasn’t having it. I think it bothered me so much because I sort of agreed with her. Things got so much better when I got to a proper pain clinic and on to long-acting pain medication. Then life started turning around. We had a housekeeper for ages, but he could only do so much. Our kids have Autism, our daughter needs to see everything, she spreads her stuff all over the living room.

Hmmm. This was supposed to be about my Mother-in-law, and I guess it was, but it was a bit more winding than intended. 😄

I will have to follow-up with part 2, with some quips.

 

Have a good day, Zebras 😘

 

 

*My in laws’ 50th was last year, and my husband and I paid for the party, and his brother and wife bought them something amazing or something, they have exceptional taste, anyway, remember now, my husband and I have been married – it’s our 16th anniversary in October. Because my husband and I work for banks, we have TONS of accounts. Also because I’m stuck in bed, my husband has a private account his cheque goes into, then he transfers it to wherever, I don’t follow how it works. But he needed an account and couldn’t wait for me to feel well enough to get to the bank. Well, when he paid or reimbursed his Dad for party expenses, he wrote a cheque on his private account, not thinking of the optics. Well, he’s received two or three thank you cards and gifts, but they don’t mention me or the kids. I don’t know if I should bring my bank statements showing my pension and my disability payments, leave them lying around? Nah, they’d probably match up the account numbers. Ouch.

Storytime

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It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. I’m in pain and I can’t get comfortable. I’m done with shopping, so I might as well tell a story!

 

When I was in junior high, about grade seven or eight, so about age twelve or thirteen, our science class went on a field trip to someone’s house, I think. It was way, far out on some property, and had some large area for us to hang out.

Now, at that age, I must have been closer to thirteen, I was a swimmer, with developed muscles. They showed because I was so thin. I didn’t eat much. Probably because of the stomach problems that would plague me all my life. I’m about 5’8″ and yeah, I developed early, but I was told I did not have the largest breasts in our class (even though I did) so I knew I hid them well.

Our science teacher was tall, bearded and had rank breath and b.o. He looked rather like a Siamese cat walking on two legs. He had the unfortunate moniker of Mr. Blando.

Most of the kids stayed inside and watched Rock n Roll High School. A classic even then. But we stayed outside and lay on the blankets and blasted Prince’s Controversy, because I was the biggest Prince fan going. We wore our bathing suits, trying in vain to get a tan.

On the way inside, Mr. Blando crooked his finger and motioned me over. He took me aside and told me that ‘people’ were discussing how amazing my body was and how they didn’t realize what I had kept hidden. He went on for what seemed like hours, but what may have been ten minutes. I think my soul left my body.

I just stood there in my stupid bathing suit, which was fairly modest, and a mesh shirt.

It’s probably why I hate mesh to this day.

 

Army Day…March Fourth

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Ha ha! I told you I like wordplay. Today is going to be a quick post because I am feeling better than usual, and I want to play with my new makeup.

Something disturbing happened last night. My daughter had stayed home yesterday due to feeling unwell. She has been battling a flu for the past ten days or so, quite severe nausea. In fact, I wonder if some of the nausea I had been exacerbated by this bug. Anyway, she had approached me later that evening, after vomiting and confessed that she actually had severe menstrual pain and it was so severe it made her physically ill. She is very private, so she must have been suffering to share this with me. I am upset because I have a long history with Endometriosis, including five laparascopies, preparing for number six when I became pregnant the first time. There are a couple of arguments for this being a one-off on her side. She usually has only mild cramping, and her menses was delayed a week, likely due to the weight loss associated with the flu. She is very slight and had lost some weight, the stress could have delayed her, resulting in more cramps.

My own history includes Co workers finding me passed out under desks, curled up in break rooms and calling in from the ER. I had my appendix removed, as they were sure it was going to burst, as they couldn’t see it in the ultra sound. But no, my period started the next morning. That was the time I had the nurse who left me for two hours having to pee because I couldn’t get the bed rail down, and needed help walking then sneered at me “you’d better never need a c-section”. I shot back “I had a c-section last year and was up and around within hours, don’t give me that bullshit. It was at another hospital though, so…” yeah, I’ve never admitted that whole sentence before. I’m a bitch.

So, we wait for next month, hope she’s back to her normal and this was a one-off, and she doesn’t mind mummy blogging about her cramps. Heh. If not, we likely try the Naprosyn route, although her periods are not totally regular to the day, I am worried about her stomach. Another route is birth control pills.  She takes daily pills as it is, I don’t see why we shouldn’t add one. I started at the same age. And it’s  she has no interest in a relationship on any level, so it’s not like we’re saying go have sex. It’s ultimately up to her.

OK. Playtime!

Have a great day however you’re feeling, Zebra pals! 😘

Finding Joy

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My pain is feeling better. My breakthrough pain is subsiding. I feel it’s under control, but still a hair-trigger trap. I am taking my breakthrough meds. It sounds like a children’s book.  “She takes her breakthrough meds for her breakthrough pain, in her breakthrough house…😀”

My son came home from his school trip last night. He wouldn’t even speak to me. He wouldn’t come near me. He was exhausted.  He hadn’t slept the whole trip. This morning he revealed he had a panic attack on the bus coming home.  After 3 days of poor sleep it isn’t surprising. I hope they weren’t too cruel, however grade 7 boys… he won’t say.

wp-1488055003514.jpgI had a good chat with my sister. I love it when she’s able to chat. Shes teaching English in Beijing.  I was whining about my flare-up and she, in the spirit of those who are oh, so well-meaning but not helpful, suggested I try hot water, trying to be funny. She suggested I drink it until I was dead. It struck me so funny. She always cheers me up. She sent me the cutest video of her dancing with one of her students! It was the cutest!

 

Let me share other places I find joy!

Beauty and self-care:

Don’t automatically knock this. There is a lot to be said for putting some effort into your routine if you’re feeling up to it one day. I don’t necessarily mean every day, if it’s not your thing. But if you enjoy it, put on makeup,  pull your hair back if you can’t do both in one day. Take some photos. Remind yourself you can look average. Do a mask. If your products are too precious, see if you have the spoons one day to make it into a Sephora or another store for a makeover, or if a friend will come over and help. Guys, too, can benefit from a mask, brow trim, and foot mask.

Box subscriptions:

There is a cost associated with this, but if you can ask for one for a gift, you may be on to something. Things like Topbox in Canada can be had for $12 per month, so shop around for your favourite things and see if there is something you can take advantage of. 

There are more than just Beauty boxes out there. There is everything from beer to razor clubs to monthly menstrual clubs. My advice is to find a regional subscription box blogger and go from there. Two I like are @pinkaboutboxes on Instagram and @girlmeetsbox also on Instagram.

Product Review Clubs:

I am a member of Influenster.ca and Chickadviser.ca. They provide samples of products to be reviewed. Influenster is very hit and miss, Chickadviser.ca you can sign up for your products, although they sometimes send you things you don’t sign up for. It’s always stuff you use anyway, like shampoo, so its not like I have to go out and try to use a chainsaw! 😃 Product Review clubs only send out products a few times per year, so it’s not a large commitment. Influenster sometimes has you post to Instagram, it’s a little more involved, but lots of lead time.

Not only does this give you a bit of a hobby if you want one, but it gets stuff for free, too. A bit of digging can show the amazing plethora of items available. Many beauty products, but that isn’t all – Chickadviser.ca has plenty of calls for other items I’m not qualified for because of my eating plan. See what is available in your area.

Blogging:

By now you’ve figured out that I blog here. 😄  I also blog http://www.squidgesbeautyhaul.wordpress.com about my Beauty purchases and collections. Is there something you collect? Are obsessed with? Maybe you should blog about it.

Instagram

I’m also on Instagram @squidgeaboo with my Beauty collection . It’s fun. I do it from bed. I take pictures of my old stuff and my new acquisitions. What could you show off in photographs? Yes, a daily photo of your cat would be a hit. It’s the internet!

Guilty Pleasures

I will share this with you as long as you promise to stay friends with me. I will reveal my most disgusting guilty pleasure. Okay? Ready? I read Teen Mom gossip. I don’t watch the show, but I can’t not know what that Farrah Abraham gets up to! I’m so ashamed!

I suggest you develop some guilty pleasures of your own. I was going to check and see when the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills was on because Lisa Rinna is such a train wreck (I don’t know her Irl personality, but I hear it’s less bizarre) and they are starting a Toronto one, but I think it may be detrimental, all that yelling and backbiting. I’ll think on this one.

Good TV

Good positive uplifting TV shows

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  • Bob’s Burgers
  • Mrs. Browns Boys
  • The Simpsons
  • Friends reruns
  • Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt
  • The IT Crowd
  • Last Week Tonight
  • Vicar of Dibley
  • Parks and Recreation

 

Internet Surfing:

When I find I am just in the mood to surf the Web and not really to interface, there are a couple of things I do.

  • Shop. That’s pretty self-explanatory.
  • Play on Kickstarter, this is new to me. I had not realized the fun one can have, and the creative items being made here. Do not miss this.
  • One of a Kind Craft Show: This is a quarterly show in Ontario, filled with artists. They have a website, I can peruse them for hours.
  • eBay poking around: I will often play on eBay for hours, looking for old toys I once had, evaluating some of my treasures, looking for weird stuff.
  • Cracked.com: goodness. If you go here, have someone check on you. You will get lost. Fascinating articles, one leads to another.

 

There are some of the ways I ensure I have joy in my life? What do you do to make sure there is joy in your life?

Stay joyful, my zebra friends! 😘

 

 

 

 

 

I’m Gorgeous! (Not)

I had a super painful boutique of painsomnia last night. As I was u6hjv9jgygs4orolling over to my left side to go to sleep, my left knee subluxed and I was in a lot of pain. I couldn’t quite settle it into place, and lay aching from 10:30 until I gave up at 2:00 am.

At 2:00 am, I gave up and picked up my tablet, started playing on the internet. I had to dim the light way down, because my eyes really hurt. I was able to chat with my sister in Beijing around 6:00 which is a nice treat. I haven’t spoken to her in a while. She was on vacation in Indonesia recently, and didn’t even load photos up anywhere! But Saturday is her busy day, and she told me this hilarious story about one of her 4-year-old students punching her in the face. I’m pretty sure the hilarity was in the telling.

After we chatted, I fell into a restless sleep, and woke up to my alarm at 10:00 am. Damn me for deciding to be productive on weekends. I hit the snooze for an hour and got up to use the washroom. I got back into bed, and decided to survey the damage of my face.

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My left eye is quite swollen. It looks hilarious. It’s not quite as weepy, but is tender. When my husband brings our son home from therapy, I think we should call Tele health and check. My eyeball isn’t infected, or I should say affected, I’m just sore around the eye, the left one, and I sleep on that side -so it’s drained into that sinus, we figure. I have taken Benadryl allergy complete, and am sitting propped up, but it’s not draining, really.

I don’t want to go to a walk-in clinic, especially while flu-ish because I don’t want to catch something worse. If it’s not urgent and can be managed, I’d rather hang on and go see my GP on Tuesday, because of course it’s a long weekend! I’m sick just about every long weekend, it’s a running joke. Our daughter is sick, too, poor sweetie.

To add to my grotesque appearance is a large pimple where my chin used to be. It’s scabbed over now and looks like a cold sore that got lost.

I need a bath so much. I am so sore, and my hair has been two weeks without a wash, and needs detangling. It would have been so good if I could have gotten to it even a day or so ago! I just do not have the spoons. I will have to tackle it first thing tomorrow. Put the family on notice. I feel so weak.

I had a neat conversation with a friend today. She is a nurse, and gets the flu shot because of being around immune compromised people like me, but she hadn’t noticed a difference herself. I explained how normally, a flu could keep me sick and essentially unconscious, because I’m sleeping to get better for six weeks or so to gain my strength. But when I have a flu shot, and they get them right, I recover much quicker. I’ve been sick nearly a week, but I’m not sleeping the whole time, and I have been keeping food down, etc. She didn’t realize it could be that bad. She’s so lovely. I’m sure she’s a great nurse!

pg2bvxtorfh32I went on a bit of a shopping spree last night. Urban Decay was offering triple points, and I’m determined to make top-tier, for some reason; and then I bought some lipstick. If I can’t put it on, at least I can buy it! I have to stop with these sprees, especially when I’m over budget. Our tax system is such that our payroll tax, I think it is, starts in January, and when your contribution is full, they stop collection, around July. This means my husband loses $1,000 out of his cheque for six months and then we forget the rest of the year. Every January it’s a new round of belt-tightening. What? Save money for the lean times! Pshaw!

There have just been so many escalating costs, too. Especially just around the first of this year. I think I’ve whined about this plenty. I won’t bore you more. It’s tough finding things to do when your concentration isn’t great, and your hands don’t work so well. Online shopping is so much fun, but that gets old too. It’s just stuff. I am enjoying playing with it when I can. I’m enjoying blogging here, too. I’ve met lovely people. Only lovely people.

I’ve offended people talking about my spending, but they may actually do things, outside, like in public. I don’t think they even realize there are months I don’t get to leave the house, so $300 on makeup isn’t horrid. What did you spend $300 on last month able person? Lattes? Taxis? Lunches? It adds up. I didn’t have those expenses, at all. But I do realize I have privilege. Many people don’t have the means. I married a smart, hard-working guy, and we have had some really lucky breaks along the way.

I’m aware I may be babbling. I’m in that hazy, cool, fun, dreamy, tired state.

I often resent that I had to stop my career, such as it was, to tend to my broken body. What could I have done if I had gotten proper support instead of being encouraged to go on LTD? Would I have been a better employee were I not in pain all the time? I don’t know. Life is this way now, and I’ve spent so much time getting to know myself, I wouldn’t trade with anyone now.

Our son is going on a class trip for four days next week and I’m stressed.  He’s growing so fast! Ugh, these kids give me so much stress, and are my world, all at the same time. I didn’t realize parenting would be as much fun as it has been. I’ve laughed so much along the way! There have been lots of tears, too. But lots of laughs. I will be so relieved when he’s back home.

Probably should nap now. My eye hasn’t changed, but is getting tired.

Wash your hands, my zebra pals! 😘

 

More Feelings

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Wasn’t it just three weeks ago I was all tearful and sobbing? Yeah it was. I checked the date, January 21, 2017. Here I am feeling like an idiot again. This is kind of hard to explain to people who don’t have chronic pain, and maybe this is something that is really unique to me, but let me try to explain how I feel. Firstly, my body feels like I was in a bar fight last night, with the Montreal Canadiens. And Tie Domi. I also feel like I may never ever stop feeling like this. I worry I’m starting to become a burden.

People tell me “don’t be silly, or don’t think so negatively!” I’d rather have evidence that I’m not a burden.

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Then, when I get onto social media and everyone is sniping, speaking condescendingly to me, missing obvious hyperbole, being obstinate for no purpose… I find myself ditched by people I had admired… my feelings are hurt, but not in a “whyyyy?” way, but in a “am I really this out of touch?” way. It makes you rethink people you had associated with and trusted. I continue to place my trust in the wrong places and be burned. I fight the urge to pull back because it is not going to be advantageous in the long run. Only if I continue to put myself out there, will I make valuable connections along the way. Some tears will be spilled. But if we’ve experienced no failures, it means we’ve taken no chances.

Maybe I’d be stronger on a better day. Today I feel like everybody thinks I’m an asshole. Which doesn’t mean they don’t like me, but that I’m really not that bright. I do get that a lot. Thinking about it now, it only bothers me from the few people who know me and think this anyway.

It’s as if makeup sucks the intelligence out of your head. Dare to show an interest in artistry, and God forbid a concrete thought enter your brain.

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I don’t know why people who have known me for years don’t ask me questions and instead get defensive. If I say something that comes off mean, I’ve probably missed a word! Or a sentence! I don’t think I’ve ever said anything deliberately mean to anyone. So why don’t people ask me? It’s not like something actually happened recently, it’s just this has been on my mind.

My Mom sent me an email around midnight last night saying her skin was itchy and flaky, so I called her today, and we went over some options. I think Husband needs to stop at the drug store to get some things and I will ship it to her since she can’t get out because of looking after my Dad. I have the nicest man in the world! I just talked with him and he was so accommodating!

My husband and son are out shopping for shoes for the kid and getting Panda Express for dinner. It’s off my diet, FODMAP, but what’s more pain? That orange chicken is worth it! I was in labour for 96 hours with that girl! Oh, this is my daughter’s birthday dinner. We are starting early and snacking all day.

It’s super snowy here today, so I know that’s making things worse. 😣 My pain gets bad in snow, and awful when temperature fluctuates.

I should go play with some makeup, that ought to make me feel better. Maybe.

Have a bendy day, zebra friends! 😘

Weekend!

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Hey hey! It’s Saturday! I woke up with the back of my head banging so much I felt like it was going to fly off. I’ve got my coffee and my mmj, so we shall see about that.

I stayed curled up in a ball last night. My friend didn’t make it over. We had a pretty big snow storm. 10 cm of snow isn’t a lot, but when it falls all at once, it’s a problem on city streets. She’s going to drop by today, after her massage.

I didn’t make it to my virtual party last night. I decided to join Rodan + Fields as a consultant, but only to purchase my own stuff. They call those ‘face washers’ apparently.  😂 This party was for those that were joining. I couldn’t uncurl myself enough.

I’m feeling a bit better today, not fantastic, but maybe moving will help. Going downstairs and seeing people.

Darling husband was super sweet today. He shops at Walmart every Saturday at 7:00 am, and there has been a sale on big fluffy pillows the past three weeks. He brought home one for everybody on week one and two, and two for me today, so I am just swimming in pillows. Unfortunately, he dumps things on me, so I am covered in things and can’t dig out. I will need his help later to make sense of all this. I don’t have the spoons, and my bed (our bed) looks like a bed from hoarders.

I need to find cheap tools for my mmj device. I keep losing them, and have to source more. Tried pipecleaners, not strong enough. This mmj is what is keeping me from certain death of spirit right now. It’s very high CBD, mid THC, so I can still function.

I have had the weirdest encounters with men the past few days. Normally, men are pretty respectful. I’m old, disabled, used to be pretty fat, and I’m still considered obese, but I’m about 5 lbs. away from being merely overweight! I chose a fairly man repellant icon for my Facebook photo, deliberately, not that I need to worry, yet I still had one guy in messenger saying he wanted to kiss my neck, another guy on my actual page saying he wanted to marry me! He claims he still wanted to marry me after I told him I needed a manservant to look after me, this bitch with pain, my personality does not make up for it, I wear nothing but onesies, and watch nothing but animated shows. Had to block someone on Facebook because he continually would judge my statuses, tell me I should be caring more about this or that. Just disrespectful. This one in particular was a petition on having Ivanka Trump’s Line dropped from a Canadian clothing store, which he didn’t feel is fair, because “she didnt do anything”. Disagree with me, yes, but don’t talk to me like you are my father. Anyway, I didn’t want him coming back with arguments or whining, hence the block.

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What takes the cake is my Instagram interaction this week. I deliberately chose a photo for my daughter’s birthday this week that was not so flattering. I’m glad I did. One tag I used was Aspergers. This one guy contacted me. Normal. He started chatting about struggling with Aspergers. Fine. Then he asked me if my daughter finds farts funny. Blocked.

This must be my punishment for participating in that thread and saying I wasn’t getting that much harassment so I didn’t mind friending men on social media. What is wrong with them? Does this work on anyone? If so, whom?

My friends always tell me to take my photo off my profile, use something neutral. But just because someone is a jerk, I’m not going to change my whole life.

I really, really, really love my socially awkward husband.

My friend showed up much earlier than I expected. I thought she was having a massage at 12:30 so I budgeted an hour, and then travel time, so 2:00 at the earliest, but she was here at 1:30, and I didn’t have time to finish vaping, never mind getting dressed, or finishing my blog post. But she was great, came and hung out in my bedroom. She’s so swamped at work. It’s terrible. I wish I could see her more often! We had a good catch up. My sweet husband made chocolate chip cookies. Gluten-free of course. They are delicious.

I’m still sore, my abdomen hurts. I have cramps. It feels like a bad period, or maybe a cyst. I don’t know what’s going on, but it hurts. I shouldn’t be having problems as I’m on Mirena,  so maybe it’s gastrointestinal. That makes more sense. I mean, my GI system has been bothering me since I was a toddler. I used to eat only every second or third day.

I should go do something productive, like check the weather, see if there are any storms brewing, find out how my week is going to be. Three seasons per year are tolerable here, really.

Have a stripey day, my zebras! 😘