I’m a Badass!

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I survived my Botox injections yesterday. My regular doctor did them and started with the migraine portion and went down my neck and down my spine and back, to my bottom, and back up thru the other side. I then flip over and we start on the front. When he reaches my abdomen is usually when my screaming starts. It hurts so much. ย After, I calm down fairly easily.

My husband is always looking after me. He’s so caring.

After, we spoke with the doctor. ย Cleared some things up. We made another follow-up appointment. For October. ย Right before our 16th wedding anniversary.

We headed to the car, well, the lobby, hubby picked me up. The dentist was ready for me, so we headed straight there. Skipped lunch. Had my crown repaired. X-rays, no cavities! In fact, no extra work to be done. Mold for mouth guards (2) because if I drop one, and it’s inaccessible, I can’t go to sleep until someone is home to rescue me. And with my hands becoming fumblier and fumblier, it just makes sense.

I had to crawl up the stairs to bed, but I made it.

I need to return on the 30th June to fit the mouth guards and finish the cleaning he started. What a treat!

That’s the short version. I will get you the long version soon, as it’s pretty funny, but I’m really tired and the back of my head and neck are killing me!

Be well, my Zebras! ๐Ÿ˜˜

Not Having Fun!

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Well this is a fine kettle of wax. Or ball of fish. My treatment appointment is actually on the 13th of June. I’m not pleased. My head is hurting again, as is my back. And it started about a week early, too. I kept saying I think it’s next week or the week after. I vaguely remembered it was after my boys birthday, which is on the 11th, and I was mildly upset I wouldn’t be feeling well on his birthday.

However, I see the same doctor on the 8th for a consultation. Perhaps it’s better I’m unmedicated by Botox. That way he can see what is really going on. ย I will need to discuss with husband my goals and wishes for the appointment, because he will need to summarize and translate, likely. I’m in bad shape. If I spend any time not on my side – ie in any other position, I get a headache and nausea and back spasms. The headache isn’t bad, but the jaw pain is. I’m a grinder of teeth. I do wear a mouth guard when I sleep, but it needs replacing. I just have not been well enough.

It feels like there is a point at the back of my head, and when I’m lying on it, it’s wearing down or bruised? It hurts, but it’s the only way other parts are comfortable. I will roll over and nap soon. My husband thinks I should sleep all day. I haven’t been sleeping at night. I’ve been having good naps from 4:00 to 8:00.

When my neck gets all stiff and sore, and my head hurts and my skull hurts, my cognition gets totally screwed. I honestly giphycan’t reason, it’s such a bizarre feeling. On top of that, I can barely remember the words for most things. Yet, I lie down for a while, it has to be on my side and things get much better. If it’s raining, though, things are almost intolerable. The pain is always bad. Turning my head too quickly is a nightmare. The symptoms get worse the longer I am not on my side, too. I can feel the pain ramping, so I will be going to have that nap now.

My son’s birthday is coming up and I need to prep for my doctor appointment, so if I don’t touch base or check in, I’m rationing my time as much as I can. Know I’m thinking of you, I will be in touch when I can.

I was going to type something and it’s gone from my head. I hate this feeling. It’s not me at all. My husband said ‘it happens to lots of people!’ Not to me!

Oh yeah! It’s funny, my pain always seems to ramp up towards Friday. My Mom said I used to do this as a child, too – I would wait until the weekend to get sick. Hmmm…

Be well Zebra pals! ๐Ÿ˜˜

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! ๐Ÿ˜˜ I’m going to be relaxing.

 

Exhaustion Takes Over

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I have been too tired for words lately. I feel like the exhaustion from my Botox treatments have passed, but I am the kind of tired from not sitting around doing nothing long enough or not sleeping well enough. My CPAP mask has been acting up, I just realized the other night I was spending an awful lot of time fiddling with it while I was supposed to be sleeping. My husband ordered a new one and it arrived today.

This month has been lousy with new makeup releases. I’ve been playing with makeup for so many days! My hands are sore, and I took ย some photos today and noticed my eye was drooping in the photo, I was so tired. Yesterday, most of my photos were lousy. It’s hard to look good in a photo when you’re tired and sore. It’s possible, but, it doesn’t happen often.

I think the best thing is for me to put myself on vacation until Monday, April 24. If I feel inspired, I may post, but I’m hoping to sleep, rest my hands and wash my makeup brushes and rejuvenate. I have posts brewing in my head, but they will wait.

I’m getting jumpy. I should go.

Have a good weekend, my Zebra friends! ๐Ÿ˜˜

Thinking About Stuff

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I’ve been thinking of my post of yesterday, since I’m lying here with a bout of painsomnia, and while I wrote that while vaping, I think I need to make some amendments.

I didn’t mean to sound joyful that I have no friends, because I do have friends. I am just recognizing some old patterns of people beginning to move on. It is a relief in some ways right now, as I don’t have the spoons to deal with much of anything, however, I know I will be lonely in a couple of weeks when I’m feeling a bit better. What can you do, though.

The signs? The calls drop off, they start to pick fights with you over nothing. They have time for others but not you. They don’t leave you messages like they used to, they ignore your messages. They attack you on Facebook. It’s not pretty sometimes. If it gets really nasty, their friends join in, but that hasn’t happened to me, thank goodness.

I guess I’m happy that I don’t have to put out the energy at the moment. I just had my treatment, and I’m more exhausted than usual. I can’t even joke with my husband. It’s too much.

I need to cut back my existence, and I’m cutting it to where I want it. Talking about what I want to, eating what I want, being what I want. It’s a revelation. I don’t have the energy for more. I don’t expect this to continue forever, or past the weekend. But people ask how I feel and if I need things and listen. It’s shocking.

On the other side, there are lulls in every friendship. If this is one, so be it. Is my health setback teaching me my limitations? Where I need to draw the line?

I have asked several of my friends to read my blog. Some have refused, saying we can talk about these issues. Yet we never seem to. I’m sure some have and do read it. I appreciate everyone who takes a minute to read my words and take this journey with me. I can’t think of a higher compliment.

I’m feeling very confused right now. Please don’t confuse this with unhappiness. I feel like I am doing a lot of growing. Shedding a skin, gaining a new confidence. It’s so strange as I need to retreat further into shelter of bed and medicine I feel more confident, but I do. I feel more settled. It’s almost like I was scared to be alone, and I found out I’m okay! (That’s so strange but it’s 1:40 am)

I’ve been wondering if it’s just Canada that people don’t reach out assuming you’re bothering someone or prying. Except for one or two people I have to contact everyone, and I don’t have the energy even on a good run.

That’s not to say people won’t be welcomed back if their schedule lightens up. Providing I’m not an international supermodel by then. ย ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ I have one friend who habitually reminds me I’m not her #1 friend, I get it.

Speaking of modeling and #1 friends… ๐Ÿ˜ˆ I put this photo up on Instagram the other day, no big.

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No big deal, it’s me wearing a Kate Sommerville anti acne mask. (Try to keep it together you know who you are! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚) Well, Kate Sommerville PR, sees this and asks to use it. Which cracks my friend up no end. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ I’m glad I could bring her joy. All that makeup expertise, and I slap on a mask, the crowd goes wild.

I slept most of the afternoon again yesterday. It helped. I want to sleep now, but husband is snoring, it’s raining, and I’m aching. I dislocated my jaw again. My daughter brought me a cold hamburger from the fridge and I was so hungry I tried it. Dumb. I just had the damn shots, too. Idiot.

I’m still nauseated. So it kind of doesn’t matter, anyway. I had a Mars bar. I’m still under my calorie count.

What do you think they might do to my pubic bone to make it not hurt? Duct tape? Let’s start around my hips and get more intimate if we have to.

OK, ย it’s almost 2 am. I’d better try to sleep!

‘Night Zebras! ๐Ÿ˜˜

Needle Day

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The past couple of days I’ve been in just incredible pain. It feels as if someone has been standing on my shoulder trying to chop my head off. It has been incredibly painful. Fortunately, ย I had my Botox treatments yesterday, and they help immensely. I’m waiting for the juice to kick in, but they mix it with lidocaine, which helps.

He got my jaw and pubic bone good this time, I screamed at the pubic bone shot. He felt for the trigger point, I’ve known this doc for years, or it may have been my husband, they work together now. It’s sweet. I love the way my husband gives the doctor advice and he actually takes it. Aspergers isn’t all bad, also, being white, 6’5″ highly intelligent, male, and used to people listening to you helps. I’m usually in too much pain to do much more than grunt or squeak. ย Husband translates. ๐Ÿ˜‚

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The end of the session. My doctor ran out of there. I don’t think he likes my screaming. It is kind of intense. Not fun for me, either. You know how they say beauty is pain? So is walking.

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Since I only go out for doctor’s appointments, we commemorated the occasion of being fully dressed with a photo! This was before I learned the horrible news. Here’s my dilemma. My home scale says I’m 200.0 lbs exactly. It measures Andrew to what we’ve found is the proper weight on almost every scale. I went to the doctor’s office and was in a room I’m in only maybe 1/4 of the time. That scale weighed me at 210.0 lbs. Which one do I go by? The one I have access to? Or the one shoved in a corner that had files on it that I don’t even know is in use? ๐Ÿค” puzzled. (If this is my largest problem? Thank the Lord! Right!?!?)

My doctor is sending me to the EDS clinic at another hospital, which is confusing, because I thought he was starting an EDS clinic. Either that fell through, or we will have two? We can’t have two. He said the wait list wouldn’t be long, so that’s reassuring. I am starting to enjoy things and pains is getting in the way.

I enjoyed nesting this weekend. It was very enjoyable. I rested yesterday. I was hoping to come home and do some things, but no. That was too much.

My son came and cuddled with me. It was nice. I need more of that. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Have a lovely day, Zebra friends!

 

I Need a Reboot

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I was feeling pretty okay today, considering it’s just less than a week before my Botox, and traditionally I’m feeling rough the week to ten days before that appointment. Usually I’m as I was at the beginning of the week, exhausted, unable to move much, napping a lot. Just generally miserable and in pain. It seems the mmj adjustment is helping. I felt a lot better today, and was able to distract myself with the makeup blog and some looks. I didn’t even exhaust myself. My neck was very sore, and my head hurt, but I didn’t think about it.

One thing that disturbs me is in took some photos for Instagram the other day, and I was very tired. When I looked at the photos, my eyes were the aligned. I looked at more photos and you can see the more tired I am, the worker my eyes are. These were bad, though. I will bring it up to my eye doctor when I see him in a couple of weeks.

After I relaxed for today, my husband took our son to therapy. I had dinner, daughter is downstairs at her homework, when all of a sudden I had a cramp in my lower right quadrant that took my breath away. And then another. It’s like some invisible toddler is stabbing me. I have no idea what is happening, but it’s painful. Since my pot doctor said to vape, I’m vaping. The intensity of the pain might actually send me to the hospital if I thought they would know what to do with me. It’s not my appendix. I don’t have a fever, chances are good it’s not something acute, most likely something ripping. An adhesion? But things can change, so husband is aware.

Of course, since my husband had the winter tires taken off the car yesterday, we are in the midst of a spring blizzard. He was going to pick up the car tonight, but he may just come home. I want to snuggle.

I’m just going to flake for the evening and watch garbage TV.

I want to finish vaping, take my medication and go to sleep. Thank goodness my body likes sleeping. I’m very lucky.

Have a lovely day Zebra pals! ๐Ÿ˜˜

 

PS. My predictive text is super aggressive and I just can’t fight with it today. Sometimes, yes. I do mean i, not in. Or it. Or I do mean the word I actually say. ๐Ÿ–• I have been using this emotional and lot this week. Again. Emoji. ย Yes, I know, I can choose the word in the bar above. My Lenovo never did this…