Birthday Weekend Festivities!

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I had a quiet weekend. My husband wasn’t feeling well, and is currently lying beside me trying to rest in the middle of the day. Β Something he is lousy at. The darling got up after I fell asleep on Thursday and made me a FODMAP friendly cake. It was delicious. I think there is some left. Very moist.

I also received a lovely crystal bunny. It’s called Rabbit with Roses. My husband has been buying me Swarovski necklaces for years. I also collect rabbits. My son also points out there are three roses and three people in the family. ❀

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I spent most of the weekend puttering around cleaning out drawers and sorting my makeup so it’s accessible and neat. Not everyone’s idea of a good time, but one of my favourite things to do. I do think I overdid it a bit, as I woke up this morning a bit sore, but as my husband was taking his temperature, so did I. I’m running a slight fever, so I must have caught something going around here. We need to make time for our flu shots this year. Unfortunately my husband’s year end is October 31, so he’s very stressed.

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As I was cleaning out my dresser, I found this little guy! A Zebra bunny! I collect bunnies, and I collect zebra things, because of EDS. 😊

I received so many birthday wishes this weekend. It was nice. A bit overwhelming! I’m not used to so many people! I got in touch with most people, I think I got everyone. There are a few people I still want to talk to, though.

I called my Grandma yesterday and had a nice long chat. So great. I miss her.

Christmas is already becoming an issue. I’m glad my husband has my back. My in-laws have a separate celebration so the families don’ t have to choose which family to see. My in-laws live an hour away, and last year they hosted and everyone went to a restaurant. I didn’t attend as I was ill. This year, my mother in law was lamenting my absence and was trying to make plans to ensure I could be there. My husband explained there was only a slim chance I could attend if it was in my own house, never mind making plans for me. And she is in her eighties and having trouble with stairs, so she’ s sacrificing a lot. With my head, even though it’s better than it was, I just don’t think the stress of the holidays is going to help it. Plus weather exacerbates the problem.

Next door has construction going on, which is one thing with the intermittent hammering, but then they’re blasting a television set and then drums? Am I in a psychological experiment? πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Duh, I think they are setting up sound equipment.

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Hang Head, Feel Shame.

I have been so neglectful of keeping you updated, I really should be ashamed of myself. However, I have experienced a very disruptive two weeks, and I am merely catching up now.

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Firstly, today is my 47th birthday. (Cheers, applause) I take birthdays pretty darn seriously. I always have. Partly, because it gives me an excuse for self-care, which is not something I allow myself on a regular basis, although I am getting much better. I tend to celebrate myself for a week or a month. Depending. I have never celebrated my birthday with a party as an adult. I only had a couple of parties as a kid, then we had the family parties where we celebrated everyone’s birthday that month. In my 20s, we were too poor and I was always working, then babies and now I’m eating so funny, and I can never get anyone together. The banking industry has its year-end on October 31, so most of my friends were really busy these past two weeks to a month. Including my husband. I hope he starts coming to bed before I’m on my last leg now!

Enough of that whining, Sephora started their Rouge Sale this morning, so I saved up for ages! Bought tons of goodies! Yay! Toys!

It seems my Botox kicked in on Monday sometime. So I’m feeling much better. I need to be very careful and ensure I lie down, avoid stress, eat properly, relax, rest, but as long as I take care I have a lot of improvement. I’m excited for Christmas!

It seems our son may not have autism. He was evaluated with the school psychologist, and while he presents as autistic, he is very anxious and has some serious learning disabilities we are trying to negotiate. They involve information processing and executive function. Once these are rectified, he may do just fine, and the autistic appearance will hopefully fall away. If it doesn’t, then he is autistic and we have more to work on.

Still having trouble with daughter attending school regularly. Her anxiety is just overwhelming.

So that’s what has been occupying my day to day. Both kids have needed more time from me, so I’ve been there for them. I’m tired today. Mellow. This afternoon cries for a nap.

I did have some fun with Halloween costumes.

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Beware the Rainbow Kitty!

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Who’s the cutest zebra you’ve ever seen? πŸ˜›

Hope you had a great Halloween!!!

Here’s hoping things get back to ‘normal’ lol!

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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? πŸ˜‚ 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. Β 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! 😘

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My Kid and Me

I can’t believe my daughter is fifteen today! It’s shocking to me. It seems like only yesterday she was an actual infant. Or I was in labour for one of my 96 hours. They were trying to keep her in until she reached her full term state of 37 weeks, but since she was 7lbs 11 oz, I think she was OK. Β Remember, I’m 5’8″ and her Dad is 6’5″, albeit skinny, so she comes by it honestly.

Pregnancy was tough. I had lots of aches and pains. I was exhausted. I hadn’t been diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome yet, but had severe endometriosis. I had constant ligament pain and nausea. I lost 30 lbs in my first trimester from vomiting. (I had it to lose) I came home every night, had apple juice and cheetos and fell asleep. I craved nachos and orange juice (not together) so much, and I hate orange juice!

I had to go on bed rest for the last two months because I was suffering from symphysis pubis. I tried chiropractic, as they were the only ones offering solutions, but I had no idea about EDSers and chiropractic compatibility. He did get me into orthotics, which was amazing.

During this time, husband and I also got married! We had expected to have trouble conceiving, as doctors predicted, but nope! The plan was to try for six months and then start IVF right after the wedding, but that turned out to be unnecessary.

I started mini contractions on February 4th, every 20 minutes or so. Nothing major. By midday on the 5th we were in the hospital. 5 minutes apart. They needed to stop these contractions so daughter could stay in until 37 weeks or the 7th. So contractions were on and off until the 6th. Then they took me off the medications and let me go home.

The next day, Thursday the 7th, around 9 am, I was back with 5 minute apart contractions. They had me on the monitors for a while, but I wasn’t productive, so they induced me. I started pushing around 5 pm, and for about five hours. No luck. She was stuck. My pelvis, it seems, is quite small. So c-section it is. But I had to wait, because some lady with twins was in there before me. I was unimpressed and started screaming. And puking. The nurses told me to be quiet or I’d scare the other ladies. I said they should be scared! πŸ˜‚ I calmed down after a bit and we moved to the operating theatre.

They tried to suck my little girl out with a vacuum, no luck. Forceps, no luck. So it was cutting time. I couldn’t feel a thing. My husband, super tall, is by my side, and he can see over the theatre drape. He suddenly turns white. I feel yanking. I ask what’s going on. He says he’ll tell me later. Apparently the doctor had my daughter by the ankles, was standing on the operating table, straddling my body, and yanking her out. Maybe this is why her legs are so long.

I spent a few days in hospital learning to breastfeed. I remember leaving her with my husband for the first time and crying as I went to the hospital lobby to get a magazine. It’s not that I didn’t trust him, but I didn’t trust anyone with my precious bundle. I laughed when he said he felt the same about me!

So, here she is, fifteen. I can’t help but think of all the stuff I got into at fifteen and think she’s far more straightened up than I was. Sensible, smart, caring. I am so proud to be her mother. She is my glory! One of my set of pride and joy. Love this kid.

When All Your Friends Are Spoonies

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I was supposed to go out with a really good friend of mine today. She is amazing, and I adore her. We’ve been trying to get together for ages, but it’s one o’clock and I haven’t heard from her. She’s a spoonie, too. She is probably ill. I was hoping to give her the Christmas gifts from the family! I sent her a text an hour ago. We will reschedule again. She’s really busy at work. All these no-shows. I’d better not take this personally! 😁

It’s kind of okay, because there was a storm overnight, and I am

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Me (not actually), trying to catch all the spoons in the world πŸ˜€

in a ton of pain today. I knew as soon as I moved this morning. My right hip has half subluxed, just enough to be really painful. Enough I don’t want to put weight on it. My elbows are really sore, too.Even my medication and marijuana vape haven’t moved the pain much today. I know my friend would come over and hang out, but it’s more fun to go out where my kids don’t interrupt.

Yesterday was a quiet day. I had planned to do all these things, but they never materialized. I ended up screwing around on the internet, Facebook, and taking some pictures of my makeup for my blog http://www.squidgesbeautyhaul.wordpress.com, and for Influenster.com. They assign you tasks to promote and review products, and you can get free products. It’s North America wide, passes the time and is fun!

If you’re looking for an interesting Instagram account, my sister and her husband are teaching English in Beijing @theteachingcouple and documenting their adventures. Such adorable kids!

My daughter is turning fifteen this week! I can’t believe I am the mother of a fifteen years old! I am only nineteen myself, in my head! Her birthday is on Wednesday, today is the fifteenth anniversary of day two of labour. 😦 They were trying to keep her in until she hit 37 weeks gestation. ☺

Tonight gluten-free pizza night. I’m so delighted.

I’ve lost another one of my makeup palettes! I am getting very disturbed at the amount of times I am losing things. I’m not particularly messy or disorganised, but I do like to have things fairly close. I have most makeup in organised bins, but as you are aware, it is so easy to be doing something and to just come up exhausted all of a sudden. This is when my husband throws things into another bin… it tidies things, but I can’t find them again. So my Kat von D Alchemist palette is gone, and it hasn’t been in stock for weeks! I know it has to be here somewhere, though.

I’m going to go play with makeup or have a bath or something. Hope you’re having a great day!