Oh! No! More Fuckery!

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Remember how I said I clench my jaw when in pain? Ha! Ha! I woke up yesterday with a chunk missing from one of my crowns. It hurts like hell when I eat and misfire.

Hubby called my dentist right away (he’s on call) and we giphy9decided I could hang in until Tuesday after my shots. Combination of convenience of everyone, me getting some lidocaine in my jaw before lying there with my mouth open for hours, and the probability of me getting up the stairs. The dentist asked me if I needed pain relief. I laughed. He called me back in the afternoon to check up on me, he wanted to make certain I could make it to Tuesday, still. Also his best tech is on then. It makes things go quickly. See why I’m so reluctant to leave? He also mentioned it is a medium sized cavern, now that he’d checked the records. It’s work we had done about 10 years ago. Ten years? With my grinding? Woah.

I’m also being fitted for a mouth guard. I asked for two, fully intending to pay, because it’s worth the number of times I drop it and can’t reach it and then can’t nap until my husband gets home, or drop it and can’t rinse it. My dentist was all excited about this new tougher guard, so my husband will have to try to explain. I don’t think he even heard me.

 

Today is my son’s 13th birthday! I am the mother of teenagers now! Woah, I’m old. Ha ha! When I was young, I never imagined myself this old. I just didn’t! So weird…

I can’t wait for cake!

 

Have a wonderful day Zebras! 😘

Wonderful Things

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My family has been treating me so wonderfully the past couple of weeks. Let’s enumerate the wonderful things they’ve done for me:

My husband:

  • Has gone to the post office to retrieve numerous packages for me
  • Has found the money to allow me to shop my brains out, since it’s just about the only thing I have time and patience for. Plus Zebra outfits!
  • He brought home French Fries for me even though they were out of his way and it was late at night and he was tired
  • He got out of the warm shower to grab me a barf bucket
  • He watched an episode of South Park just because I asked
  • He has run so many errands for me, I can’t even count them!

 

My Daughter, 15

  • She has been filling my water bottles regularly
  • Listening to my exciting stories even when she’s bored
  • Checking up on me to make sure I have everything
  • Bringing me breakfast during the week

 

My Son, 13 in 6 days!

  • He has been keeping my water bottles full
  • He has been spending time with me, like the two hours last night where he snuggled and watched TV and chatted
  • Remembering not to hug me without asking, because I’m so sore
  • Bringing my coffee in the morning on weekends

 

My family has been awesome. Except for:

 

Husband:

  • Forgetting about me in the bathtub and nobody hearing me yelling about getting the shower head down, so I had to wash my hair under the tap. It was a bit uncomfortable, but not the end of the world. I did have fun teasing him about it, though! 😄

I prefer to get help in and out of the tub as I’ve been so shaky lately.  I don’t need that much assistance, just someone to ‘catch’ me, really, if I start to go over. Or call 9-1-1 if I pass out. I’m still so weak from whatever is going on with me.

I hope you enjoyed my glimpse into my family. Are you interested in my Sephora Haul? I can either show a photo here, or link my Beauty Blog post. Let me know.

 

Stay healthy Zebras! 😘

 

 

Friday!

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Why do I still get excited for Fridays? I haven’t been able to work in nearly fifteen years. You would think maybe my family hangs around more, but they really don’t. I bet it’s the chicken fajitas we have on Friday night and the snuggling and animated shows on Sunday night. The Simpsons and Bob’s Burgers! Oh! Chocolate chip pancakes on Sunday morning! Mmmmm.

My head is hurting less and less. I’m learning to live with this burden. I’ll have to name it. As long as I ensure I lay on my side every hour or so, for at least a half hour, don’t put too much pressure on my neck in general, so no actually holding my head up if I don’t need to, propping up with pillows is preferred. My memory is lousy. I can barely follow conversations, and television plots are very complicated to me. I was trying to find something at an online shop yesterday, and I could not find it. I looked this morning, right there, plain as day. I’m really overdoing things as I’m pretty bored. I don’t want to interact with people because it’s confusing, and I end up getting frustrated. I only want my nuclear family, they understand sort of.

It’s rather like being drunk. You get worse as the day wears on, more tired, more disoriented, dizzier. Napping helps, but it doesn’t quite fix things. You need a full reset for that.

I’m still sort of in hideout mode. It’s most comfortable.  I wish I could read, though. My eyes are wonky and I’m not retaining info. Plus that tiredness thing. Reading would be awesome.

Half of me wants to play with makeup, the other wants to nap all day…

Sigh.

What kind of life is this? I feel like once I get well, THEN my life can begin. But no, this is all there is. I’m sure there is meaning somewhere.

 

Have a lovely day, my Zebras! 😘

Just Keep Swimming

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I’ve spent the last five days or so sleeping for at least half the day, and I’m still exhausted. I just don’t have the strength nor energy to do many of the things I want to do. I really have to think about what I want to accomplish and where I can spend my energy. If a conversation runs over, so long bath! My daughter had a panic attack this morning and I am pretty much done for.

My husband has this idea in his head that I’m bored. Nothing could be further from the truth! I have lists of things I want to do! I have makeup looks I want to do, books unread and stacked, waiting, crochet projects, movies to be watched, blog posts to write, friends to chat with! As it is, I am busy from morning until night when I have the energy. I can’t seem to convince him, and it makes me so sad.

My neck is so bothersome I just can’t take it. I move wrong and I have intense pain. I don’t know what to do about it. I’m waiting for my doctor appointment in six weeks. Hell, I have pain when I don’t move. I’ve considered going to the hospital, but really, what can they do? My abdomen is also giving me incredible pain. I’ve run out of the higher THC mmj my doc prescribed. I only vaped extra once, so that doesn’t work. I ordered yesterday, so yay.

Good news, I broke 200 lbs! I’m 198 now. I don’t really know how to stop this. I guess I will stop when I’m there? I’m eating what I can, not trying so hard.

Going to try a nap for a couple hours, then try and put a face together, because it’s fun! 😀

Hope you’re having a good day, Zebras!

Dark Days

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I have never felt so dark as I have the past few days. The pain just feels never-ending. I don’t feel like there are any bright spots anymore. The tears keep falling. I know this is a temporary state, but damn, it’s no fun to go through.

I try so hard to be stoic all the time. I try to pretend I have this. It’s no problem for me to lie in bed all day every day and play on the computer. But it’s a huge problem. People don’t realize, I think, that when everyone on Facebook decides to have a shitty day, I don’t get to go outside and find other people to talk to. I’m stuck with what I’ve got.

I’m trying not to turn this into an ‘everybody is being mean to me’ because that is certainly not the case. I know I’m very sensitive right now, probably not safe for human consumption, and feeling very left behind, and I have no way of communicating this without feeling like I’m whining, because I’m in too much pain to do anything but whine.

I feel like my soul is being slowly ripped from my body. I just want this to end.

I was thinking yesterday, I would love to just have a day off. To just hand over my pain for a day. But whom would I burden with that? Oh, you know my first choice. Someone who needs to make decisions on health care reform. But is there someone else who needs to know what this is like? I couldn’t even do this to my ex-husband. I don’t particularly hate him, but sometimes, you know, I think he was kind of clueless.

My good friend is chronically ill. She’s lovely. She always says this thing, though, that interests me. When she’s talking about her pain she says, “but it’s nothing as bad as yours.”. She’s not the only one who does this. It’s so interesting to me because to me, pain is so individual. It may be that I’m a big wimp 😀. It’s almost not how much pain hurts, but how much it disables you.

My husband just interrupted me for a conversation. He is home today because he had a sleep study done last night. When he originally booked it, he thought it was the Family Day long weekend. I’m vaping as I blog, so I’m feeling better as I go. I’ve spilled my guts to him, and we’ve decided to cancel my dentist appointment for this afternoon. They are so darn good to me. They allow me to cancel and fit me in when they can. The weather is terrible. Snow and ice. I can’t get over the snow banks on a good day, but the ice? We have to try again. I really need a new bite guard.

So, my husband thinks I should medicate myself as much as I am allowed. Then take a warm bath. He will ensure I’m okay, and I don’t stop breathing. I mean, I’m not taking the same things as Michelle McNamara, but Patton Oswalt pulls at the heartstrings, ya know?

Our neighbour’s young daughter knocked on the door this morning to say ‘hi’. She informed my husband her father was at work and her mummy was at work. My husband told her he was at work (liar!) because sometimes they let him work from home, and our children were at school because it was Monday. Her eyes got big and expression was surprised. “Monday!” She repeated. He heard her grandmother start to frantically start to call for her two doors down, “Grandma, I’m visiting my friends!” She called back as she scrambled down the stairs.

Husband came up and began to tell me the story. We heard frantic banging against the door, as if someone were throwing their whole body against it. “Goodbye!” She called as he opened the door, “Grandma’s taking me to school!” As she flew down the steps and down the walk.

He also reminded me that it’s February and Valentine’s day is coming up. This may explain the rash of sudden expressions of love (or whatever) and some of the grouchiness. I can totally get that! Whether it’s being just sick of winter in general, or hating Valentine’s day, whether in or out of a relationship, February is a tough month.

Sometimes it is straight out hostility. It’s so funny, too, what people perceive about your life. I know I’ve lost at least one close friendship over jealousy of my relationship. It is incredibly sad, because I just figured it out recently. If this woman could only see my life now! I guess it seems great on paper, doting husband, two kids (who happen to be awesome), good drugs, lie around all day, play with makeup… but where does the horrible isolation fit in? The feeling everything you say is completely stupid and pitied? The aching in every part of your body every day, including your pubic bone? Doctors constantly questioning your mental state…are you depressed? You seem depressed. Of course I’m depressed you fucking nitwit! But this is temporary. This dark mood. They come and go.

Stay in the light, my mutant collagen cousins! 😘