Sorry, I’m Late… Too Mellow…

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I know I said I would be back yesterday, but I have been dealing with a flare-up and have been sleeping up to 18 hours a day. If I am not sleeping, ย I just lie there, curled in a ball. My husband tries to wake me, but he can’t when he gets home. Consequently, I haven’t had a bath in two weeks. A proper one, anyway. I’ve been washing in the sink. And using wipes. To think that is all some people can do! Today I will bathe properly!

I’ve finally smartened up and am taking the full course of meds available to me. I don’t care how loopy I get. I’ve asked my husband to force my medicine into me, not just try to wake me. ย The distinction is important.

The reason I can’t bathe is I am not comfortable without my husband being here to get me out of the tub. I have fallen a couple of times, and the kids aren’t equipped to help if I am unstable at all. I keep thinking I will do it tonight, but then… oh well. My teens smell worse.

I have spent the last two weeks really regenerating. I did a lot of good things, some stupid. First thing I did was end my Beauty Blog. ย That was a tough, but obvious decision. I just can’t keep up with the deadlines I put on for myself. I can’t even scroll through Instagram right now! So, once I ended that, at least the guilt and pressure was off. You can keep up with me on Instagram, which I do update regularly @squidgeaboo. If I am ever strong enough, I would love to do the Beauty Blog again, but I think things would look different. It would depend on my health at the time, of course.

Next, I deleted Facebook Messenger. I think that was a mistake, one I will rectify once I am done this post, but it made sense when combined with my original plan. I was going to originally delete Facebook entirely, but then I remembered how useful it is as a sign-on device. I then decided to delete all my friends. Remember, I was pretty close to total mental collapse, here! Or emotional. As I started deleting, there were some I just couldn’t. (Now, I had added a ton of people after the US elections last year. I was hoping to become more engaged, but it didn’t work well. I made some wonderful friends, so it wasn’t a loss. However, there were many people I didn’t engage with and didn’t recognize.) I know there are good people who got caught up in my zeal, and some in my clumsy fingers, and even a few in my original mandate! I had intended to go back and do a second wave later, but looking at my new feed, I could see all my old friends. I could chat with people I remembered. They were there all along.

Perhaps Facebook enagement is what I need. Perhaps that is what I can handle. I do hope people can forgive me. Although I don’t know if I should draw attention to my boneheadedness and apologize or just do better from here on in.

I’m still playing with makeup when I can. The exhaustion doesn’t help, but it’s important to stay flexible and keep my fingers working with dexterity. Crochet is out, so makeup is in. I asked my husband for a couple of craft supplies and he spent hundreds of dollars on duck tape, the fancy kind, and glue, papers, mats, exacto knives, etc. I’m in heaven! Don’t worry, I promise not to sell you any crappy crafts! ๐Ÿ˜‚

The other project I am working on is organizing my house. Well, everything I can reach. The other three members of my family have executive function issues, meaning they aren’t great at the higher levels of care, such as throwing out empty bottles of shampoo, etc. Being organized means everything is in a pile. I have been out of commission for ages, so it’s time to organize and dispose of everything we don’t need. It is going to take ages, as I can only do a bit at a time. The rest of the time, I stare at whatever is on TV. I sat through an Extreme Couponing Marathon. Fascinating. My brain can’t comprehend anything complicated. Just staring at the pretty pictures!

Anyway, organizing! Started with the bathroom… now for my too-big clothes! But the socks go first! Anything uncomfortable…gone! How many pair do I need? ๐Ÿ˜‚ Maximum 5. If I go out 7 days in a row, I can either wear fuzzy bed socks or my worn ones twice…

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P.S. I should note that my husband has done an excellent job of things over the years: Our house is not exactly a craphole, except for the fact that our kids spread out everything they own in order to see it. He hasn’t gotten rid of some of the other stuff, though, like the shampoo I didn’t like, or the razors I don’t use anymore, or weed out the facecloths that are paper thin. He does think we need new bath towels! He’s taken all my clothes that don’t fit to the basement. I want them gone. That sort of thing. Big Purge. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

My Life as a Spoonie

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I go through these periods where I am just exhausted all the time. It happened yesterday. I lay down for two hours. Slept right through my alarm, and my family woke me up at 7:00 to have cake. Mmmm cake! There is an illness called Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. I’ve often wondered if I have a variant of it.

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Cake!

My day typically looks like this:

  • Wake up at 6:00 am, hit the snooze for half an hour.
  • 6:30, washroom
  • Answer any questions or comments on Instagram and post until 7:00.
  • 7:00 am take medication. 13 pills. One mouthful.
  • Post on my Beauty Blog usually until 9:00 am.
  • Between 7 and 9 am, have coffee and oatmeal delivered by husband and daughter, coax son into going to school, monitor progress by text, and monitor daughter’s progress by text.
  • 9:00 am vape marijuana. While perusing Facebook and catching up with friends. Talking on phone, reading email, texting husband. Online shopping.
  • 11:00 start thinking about the EDS Chronicles.
  • 12:00 lunch and blogging. Lunch has been left for me by my husband. 1 oz of Lactose free cheese and some gluten-free crackers. I hate eating. I have cookies, too.
  • 1:00 my post is usually up, lunch is done. Here is where I either nap for a couple of hours or do something else. If the pain is bad, I sleep. I try to play with stuff for Instagram or my Beauty Blog. I want to read, too. But my concentration has been awful.
  • 3:00 Dr. Phil. I watch the first five minutes, call him a quack and tune out. Time for pills.
  • 4:00 sometimes my boy comes up and watches the Simpsons with me.
  • 6:00 is pill time.
  • 6:30 Husband is usually home around now. I’m still stuck in bed. Daughter rules downstairs, she just feels like she needs her space, and it’s so uncomfortable for me, so tough to get down there, it’s not worth it.
  • Between 8:00 and 9:00 I get the pictures for the next day ready.
  • Husband comes to bed around 9:00 and we have time together. It’s also melatonin time and time for marijuana oil.
  • 10:00 last pills of the day. I usually read a few last articles and then put my arm brace, mouth guard, and CPAP on and by 10:30 I’m out.

It’s been good not sleeping as much. I used to sleep all day almost every day. I was afraid I would never get enough rest. But I was tired all the time, anyway. This is different, though. This morning, I woke up and I couldn’t uncurl. I couldn’t straighten up. My abdominal pain is just so bad. My back pain. Maybe I’m having a childbirth flashback? ๐Ÿ˜‚ since it was my daughter’s birthday yesterday!

I pause a lot for rest and breaks in everything I do. I have cramps, my hands hurt. Things work out if I work to my limit and go slowly, but all it takes is one day to mess it up. One day where I want to go out. Then I am in bed for a week. I can’t do anything. In fact, I’m feeling the strain of the other blog. I’m just having so much fun, though. Why can’t I keep anything?

I’m supposed to meet my friend tomorrow. ย I hope she’s okay hanging here. I’m hurty. I’m still going to try to bathe. I have a sore on my hip. I find I get them even if I’m clean. It’s from skin rubbing together, right? They smell awful. I have cream. Ugh. I don’t have a lot of hanging skin from losing weight, but when stuck in bed, you get squished a lot.

My husband was super sweet the other day. I nearly had a conniption because Shoppers Drug Mart, a drugstore here in Canada, is now carrying Pixi Beauty! It’s a super high end drugstore, without high prices. It’s amazing. Anyway, we were having an ice storm here in Toronto, and they had stopped the streetcars, so he had walked partway from work, feeling terrible because he’s on steroids for his eyes, and he stops at the store whilst waiting for the bus and texts me asking what I want. So we settle on quite a few things,

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What darling husband bought for me $124 CDN

After the excursion, and he at first found the makeup, and he persevered and found the skincare, he just missed the bus and had to wait 30 minutes for another. What a sweetheart. He needs to do so much for me. Like cooking my dinner. Bringing it to me. Getting my clothes out for me when I go out. I don’t know what I would do without him. He’s also my very best friend. Imagine that!

I was too tired to eat dinner last night. I had just woken up from a nap, and I was still too tired. My back is killing me.

My husband had glaucoma and cataracts last year and needed surgery. He’s only 48. He’s had a bad infection that started before the surgery, they had it under control with steroids, but as soon as he went off them, it came back. Now he’s on super strong steroids and doesn’t feel well. He was complaining he didn’t like the general feeling of unwellness and achiness all the time. I just looked at him and he apologised! I laughed. It’s fine. It isn’t fun. Poor guy.

Be well, my zebras! ๐Ÿ˜˜