Misery Inventory 😭

giphy1Please laugh at my misery. 😁 I am having a pretty lousy day.

It actually started last night. I did my makeup for a friend’s birthday, (once again, just ask) and I was just tuckered. I fell asleep at 5? And asked husband to wake me at 8-ish. He claims he couldn’t wake me. This could be true, as once I was in hospital, and the doctor actually picked me up and shook me, I could feel her do that, I felt myself trying to wake up, but I couldn’t. So I sleep deeply. I have CPAP, don’t worry.

So I woke up this morning, just barely, and my head hurrrrrts. My neck is just aching. I can’t follow a thing. I’ve tried four documentaries and they make no sense. I have to write everything down or it’s gone. I did buy a bunch of journals over the weekend this was so much fun, though.

My stomach is killing me too, though. I have heartburn, unusual. I’m so careful, and have been not cheating. I guess the chips are out. Lightly salted, too spicy. 😐 I am so very nauseated and yet am hungry. Plus my stomach hurts. Just the actual physical area of my stomach hurts. I was wearing a bralettes and it hurt, so I had to take it off. Another day where I can’t wear clothes, they are too much pressure. Physical pressure. My nightgowns are too close around my throat, though I know they aren’t. Any seam hurts. My fuzzy blanket is all I can handle. We’ve had honest discussions with the kids why mommy doesn’t wear clothes sometimes, and why that is a problem in society and we have to give her privacy.

Anyway, my stomach is acting up, but I did have a BM today, which is fantastic! 😀 I used to have to have shots that would reverse the opioids I was on so I could go. It was not a fun time.

But in addition to this, I’m having endometriosis-related cramps, and I can’t figure out why. I don’t know if my body is adjusting to the weight loss, which seems to be stable for now, around 195. Everything hurts for now, and I can never remember what I’m supposed to do.

I finally got it straight with husband. I’m supposed to take marijuana oil and then vape, but I don’t have the strength to vape. I don’t know if I’m just being lazy? Oh, hell no. I am not a lazy person. I really can’t. I don’t think it will do what I need it to do for my neck, anyway. I would really love a bath, but I can’t muster myself to get in there.

The kids are well amused. Daughter is downstairs doing whatever it is she does, and boy is playing the new Nintendo Switch we bought for Husband’s birthday next month. We thought we should get it early and have some time to play it. It arrived Friday, so the boys rushed through their chores, and husband and I had a long discussion about whether he really did ask me to order Zelda or not. I swear he didn’t. I am clear as day on this, but is it just my memory? But I would have no memory of the incident altogether, right? And he forgets to give me the phone every morning so I have to go crawl for it and hurt myself.

So, husband is calling the hospital every couple of days with no response. This is what you get with top doctors. Arrogance.

I have a ton of shopping due to arrive today. At least that should distract. And once I get that bath!

❤

In Pain and Grouchy.

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All right. I’m done. I am bloody well ready to shut it down and move to the furthest edges of where Sephora delivers. I’m over this friendship business. It’s overrated.

I had a person ask me to join a group she started, because it was a mutual interest, so I did. The members seem to devote a lot of time to this group, and it happened around the time all my major nonsense started this year. I haven’t posted much to the group, nor to this person much, except to explain my situation. She deleted me today, as a friend! (Yes, I have spyware) Now, I don’t hate her or think she’s a bitch or anything, but I think it’s pretty much a pattern of how abled-disabled friendships go. Tons of assumptions are made, three months go by, well – they must be feeling better by now! They must not be interested. Where do three months go? It took me four months to see my regular pain management doctor! So much can be solved by talking. But when you have an invisible illness, who has the spoons? How hard is it to check Facebook, really? You’d be surprised.

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This is a pretty nice picture. Notice my top from Old Navy with the Zebra print. This makeup took over three hours to accomplish. I had to keep lying down to quell the nausea and pressure in my head, increasing my headache. I also was dealing with a broken crown because my medical examination last week was so painful, I grit my teeth in pain, and… well. We do need to wait until after my Botox treatment shots tomorrow, because I get lidocaine and Botox in my jaw and it helps a lot. If I need to sit with my mouth open while they tinker, it just makes sense. I mean, my jaw aches, but it’s only really bad when I bite wrong. So, we don’t need to wait, but it makes sense. In this photo I have that headache, rapping the back of my head, jaw pain, my hands are achy from fumbling for stuff, shoulders are cranky, they don’t like holding cameras, and my abdomen/hip on the right side is doing that “you really could lie down you know, sure it bunches up your neck, but so what?” But I’m still trying to look cute and show off my makeup, because this is the Internet. Everyone has a perfect life here!

Why do I do it then? Because otherwise I just lie here bored. Some days that’s all I can do. Some days I need to get my family in order. Things take a lot longer than before. My memory is bad. It must be the pain. My neck hurts so much. I can barely keep track of what I’m doing.

I have been buying tons of makeup again. Partly because I can’t keep track of what I have. I was half-joking with my husband, saying makeup is all I have. I started listing all the things that were no longer available to me:

  • Sex
  • Watching complicated television
  • Milkshakes
  • Travel
  • Dancing
  • Beaches
  • Carbonated Beverages

I went on for a while until I felt good and sorry and it was no longer funny in the slightest.

However, I have discovered a few things that I can participate in:

  • Iced tea with aspartame (I do not care, this is keeping me alive right now)
  • Watching comedians on various corners of the cable service
  • Wearing my zebra outfits
  • Lovely Brand caramels, made with condensed milk – which isn’t FODMAP friendly, but if I only have a couple I do okay. The Sea salt ones are so good!

 

This cheered me immensely.

My son turned 13 yesterday, and my husband made a FODMAP friendly cake! Isn’t he the sweetest? Chocolate, which is the boy’s favourite. The girl likes vanilla. I can’t believe I’m Mom to two teenagers. That’s so weird. I’m just a teen myself! Well, it seems that way, in my head.

Speaking of my head, I spend most of my day in it. I deliberately stay away from people and try to stay busy. I’m always doing something. I have two blogs. My kids require as much support as I can give them, my husband needs loose ends tied up, and I need to maintain my health. All from my bed! I can get pretty foul tempered when I’m in pain. I want to save whatever good mood I can muster for those to whom I’m closest. I want to be as unstressed as possible, and that means releasing myself from as many entanglements as I could.

I even told my MOTHER I needed some space right now.

I see you people hanging on there. I appreciate the hell out of you.

Don’t think I don’t see the irony of me saying “people should really talk more” and me just dropping out of society, but if you were in my head you would totally understand. I feel like there’s a gremlin on my shoulder chopping at the back of my head. My neck is stiff, it hurts to turn right or left or look up. My jaw is stiff and sore. It’s tough to think and comprehend what people are saying. It’s quite embarrassing. It gets worse as the day goes along. It feels like I was put in a blender. My brain is spinning. It’s difficult to concentrate. I’ve been working on this post for two hours now. I’ve lost parts of it. Doing anything is like this. This is not what I am like. I am efficient and organized. It’s a nightmare for me.

I don’t remember if I said this, but the doctor said he was referring me to someone who was going to examine my neck/head and potentially do a block. I think that’s what they thought, but maybe an MRI first. Or an x-ray. Would be good. I don’t want them poking around without any idea of where anything is. I mean, even the dentist takes x-rays.

My face is killing me. I only need to make it to tomorrow.

Love to you, Zebra pals! 😘

 

Creeping up on Feeling Better

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Yesterday, as I lay in bed, I actually could move around a bit without being in incredible pain. I was a very responsible person and slept the afternoon away. Of course, I missed my medication times, so I don’t know if that’s why I’m a bit screwed today. I woke up with mild pain. Enough that I knew it was there, enough that I’m afraid to do too much activity.

 

Today will  be another relaxing one. I was hoping to get

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Actual Photo of my right ovary.

something actually done, but that will not be happening.  I’ve already taken breakthrough medication,  so I’m not happy about that. There is the matter of the post office. Apparently, all the shopping I’ve done in the past 4 weeks has come to roost. I think there are 5 or 6 packages there to be picked up. They usually leave them, but I guess with so many, they just took them to be safe. It’s mostly Old Navy clothes. I bought a bunch of tanks and sleep shorts because I’m so chuffed I’m now an XL in regular sizes and not in plus. And a dress for wearing to the doctor, because it’s easy to change in and out of and has no waistband. Clever!

 

giphy3Today I’m also going to try to take a bath. I’ve got the Ola plex sitting on my hair. I haven’t really washed my hair in two weeks, or had a submerged bath in the same. Ugh. Bird baths just don’t quite do it, but I haven’t been able to move without pain. At least I don’t smell.

 

I’m hoping giving myself another day of rest will let me play a bit tomorrow.  I’m kind of bored, but have no energy.

My abdomen feels like a suitcase. Where the zipper along the sides is burning. If you can follow me for a second here, my daughter was a fairly traumatic c-section. They let me push for a long time, they let me sit for a long time, trying to get me to 37 weeks, she was stuck in my pelvis, there was pulling.

Anyway, I know what I feel like happened is not what happened, because my husband is 6’5″ and saw over the drape. What my abdomen feels like is a wheelie suitcase on its side with a zipper all around the bottom, right side and top, and was peeled back with burning pain. It makes no sense.

Then I have deep pain toward my right ovary, running through my back. This is connected. It is likely literally connected, because of the Endometriosis. I have adhesions connections and lashing the organs of my pelvis together. This is probably why it hurts when I move. Or sometimes just for fun! I have a Mirena, so I don’t know what’s up.

Then there’s my regular EDS discomfort that I deal with. That’s nothing to write home about. IBS, carpal tunnel, sore wrists and hands. Knee pain. The usual stuff. Migraines. Gastroparesis. The usual suspects.

Hope you’re having a good day, Zebra pals! 😘

Slightly Brighter Day Dawns

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You know how it is when you make a big deal about something, it always resolves itself immediately.  I woke up this morning feeling not quite so desperate. It’s an awfully good way to feel. The pain is still very much there, and my back is screaming at me even as I’m lying here, but I don’t feel quite as nauseated, and I haven’t even vaped yet this morning as the kids have just got off to school (I like to wait until they are out of the house if they are going). I feel that may take care of things, but I do have my breakthrough if not.

After I get my meds in, I expect to be somewhat comfortable as long as I don’t move too much. Stay loose, just maybe I can slip in the tub later if I’m good? Maybe?

I will be lying very still and calmly today. Trying to get some good rest in. I don’t want to exacerbate things again. Not to that level.

If the pain doesn’t subside enough we are aiming for an emergency room visit if we have to on Monday. I’m Canadian, so we had our holiday last week. The kids would be in school, less chance of upset. Husband wants to be with me, he’s expressed this, there is a major crisis at work, so this would be optimal. I have time to see if it resolves, and time to rest. Naturally, if it becomes too unbearable, we go, but even though my kids are aged appropriately, I am not certain leaving them alone is possible, and bringing them is also problematic. So my husband would have to drop me off, and that isn’t ideal, either. I’ve had some poor treatment in hospital, including the doctor who told me that I was “just constipated”. I grabbed his notes and threw them down the hall I was so insulted. I hope I’ve matured beyond this.

Time for rest. And vape! 😎

I’m expecting comfort. Not miracles!

Predictions

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I predict I will be visiting the hospital soon. This pain in my front right abdomen is agonizing. I feel like I’m on so much medication. But I’m not really ‘high’. In that Beavis and Butthead would be funny, kind of high. I feel like I’m  (shoot, I just made a mucromovement!) If I keep really still, but I’m trying to relax, anyway, I don’t have pain. If I move, though, something will sublux, and my pubic bone aches from my 2 pregnancies. Both of whom are teens. (Or will be in two weeks). I find it hard to think. I want to sleep. I’ve taken my sleeping pill, night marijuana oil, night meds, and breakthrough medication.

I’m extremely hungry, but my stomach is upset. I bought new clothes from Old Navy, I’m always spilling, in size XL. In regular people size! Not plus! I’m amazed! Thrilled! I essentially bought a new wardrobe! $3 tanks and sleep shorts, and the same dress 3 times. It’s a great dress, perfect for the doctor!

It’s what I’ve been doing to pass time. It’s the only attention span I have. Got to stop now.

Anyway. The pain is increasing, wrapping around my back, to the point it hurts to move often. Add this to the nausea and dizziness. Add in my neck and head pain and I just need to have a moment, perhaps.

It has occurred to me people have been treating my pain for the last few years, but not really looking after my other bits as well as they should have. We need to talk about that. I think my doctor finds girls icky, and avoids the tests he’s supposed to do. Not good. I will have to scold him. As if it will make a difference. Put that on the list of items to fix.

My husband has just come in from picking up a friend from England? South Africa? He lives both places, and just flew in, so picked him up and dropped him off, and now is at work downstairs in the dining room, because there was (is?) some sort of crisis.

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Do you love hospitals as much as I do? 

He did check on me first and felt there was a hospital visit coming. He doesn’t like that I’m still on the same amount of medication for a whole two days, (not a personal fault, a measure of pain) it doesn’t fit the pattern. I don’t remember, am in too much pain now, probably then, too. I think I will try to maintain as much as possible and go to the hospital at the most convenient time for our family. Also, I don’t want to scare the kids. When I told my daughter is might have to go, she burst into tears. She is under a lot of stress right now.  I’m feeling comfortable and sometimes I resolve cysts on my own. Plus, I might be catching the cold the kids had. Oh joy.

I love my kids. Is there some other way we could have gotten them? Pods? Amazon?

If you don’t hear from me for a couple of days, I am probably just very heavily medicated and trying to be very still. If something happens I will try and get a note somehow at some point.

My sincere apologies to Tylenol, you are much more useful than I thought.

To readers and commenters I’ve neglected, and well, everyone! I’m trying, but it shall continue for a time. I truly appreciate your patience – I will catch up! 😄.

The gentlest hugs to all of you. Have a wonderful whatever it is, wherever you be! 😘

O-Vary Nice to See You!

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Today has already started out scarily awful. This was a long weekend in Canada. Our washing machine broke. It did only cost $250 to fix. I didn’t get my sheets changed. Our kids do theirs each week. I couldn’t move.

My two kids, who both have Autism, have been struggling with anxiety this past month. My daughter (15) has been sick off and on and struggled to make it to school other days, just the past two months. My husband has been walking her to school last week.

My son, 13 in 2 weeks, has struggled since February, maybe longer, so my husband walked him to school for two weeks, then met him at school for two weeks, and today was the day he was going to let our boy fly free!

Except the girl was struggling. So he was going to hang around the neighborhood, visiting various Starbucks until our children were ensconced in school.

Only the boy woke up still with that cold he had all long weekend. He’s missed so much school we have to send him unless he is actively vomiting or has a fever, the Principal will dismiss him.

My husband came to talk to me about the chaos when pain exploded in the right side of my abdomen. I began screaming. 30 seconds or a minute passed. The pain abated. The screaming turned into a moan. Husband continued his sentence as he crossed the room and grabbed my pill case. He handed my my breakthrough meds and said “ovarian cyst, take one every hour until you’re comfortable. Stop at 3. Vape when you need to. Rest.” He then popped the pill in my mouth as if he were offering me communion and held my water bottle to my lips. I lay back and waited for some pain relief.

Because the kids were not to know their dad was lurking in the neighborhood, he left at his usual time of 7:00. The kids continued on and I tried to keep comfortable. Around 7:30 I started to vape, as the kids were ready to go, they just needed to leave.

The boy finally left around 8:05, a bit late, but made his way to school.

The girl was supposed to leave at 8:20, but we hadn’t heard anything by 8:30, there’d been a problem. My daughter comes running up the stairs with the doorknob in her hand! The thing broke! We are actually in the process of replacing all our doors, too! She is in a panic because she can’t fix it, and she can’t just leave it, because she’s afraid I will get hurt. So I have to shine the dad-signal.

Dad comes running, of course. Daughter wasn’t happy, but he fixed the door. He walked her to school.

Does it end there? No…

My son is now home. They sent him home because of that cold, but he did get homework. My daughter is not able to stay at school, but she made it, so she’ll be back soon. I’m pretty sure she will be upset for not reaching her goals, so I am bracing for a day. But she could be fine.

I am two weeks away from my Botox treatment shots. The old ones are wearing off. I have excruciating back pain, my neck hurts, my head hurts, all my muscles hurt, I have abdominal menstrual-like cramps. I want a bath but I can’t move.

Two days after that I see my doctor again but we can talk about my head!

Have a fun day, fellow Zebras! 😘 I’m going to be relaxing.

 

It’s May!

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My search for a Maypole .gif rewarded me with this. It amuses me, so I’ll keep it!

I’m still feeling weak today. I’m not nearly as nauseated, so I’m kind of eating non-stop. I only had 589 kcals yesterday, so this should even things out. I know I’m trying to keep myself from falling asleep. I’m annoyed because I took yesterday and lay around. I want to play today. But my body is saying no. My back hurts, my neck is just intensely painful, and my abdomen, Oooh, it’s awful. I’m tired of this. I’m tired of whining and complaining.

I would like someone to come and sit with me for a while. Someone I don’t need to talk with. I used to watch garbage TV with my sister, but she’s living in Beijing. I miss her.

I should probably give up and have that nap. It’s not going to happen today. Not now, anyway. I think I need breakthrough meds. Texted the husband to ask if we should follow up with the pain doctor.

Some things I want to say, have to wait a bit until I feel less like I’ve been hit by a steamroller.

Have a good afternoon zebra pals! 😘