I’m Here… Sorry!

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It was pretty darn rude of me to just drop out of sight like that, but I’ve had a hell of a week.

My son has had phenomenal anxiety. He is enrolled in a day camp, and he can barely attend. He struggles so much. I had a long chat with his counsellor today, so I feel he is getting some good help. Being a teen is tough. I didn’t like it either.

EDIT: I spoke to his professional counsellor for therapy, not his camp counsellor, he actually did that himself.

We have permission for a wheelchair. A temporary one. My doctor is hoping we can still do something with my knees, and we hope I can walk part time.

My hands, wrists, and fingers have been awful. They hurt so much. I’m not sure what to do. Resting didn’t help. I keep being told to wait for the clinic but it could be 6 months away.

I want to sleep all the time. I’m so tired. I’m trying to be awake, but I start falling asleep like I am now.  So I have to go.

I’ll try again soon.  Taking vitamins.  Maybe it will pass.

😗

My Super Hyped Doctor Appointment!

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As is apparent, I survived my doctor appointment yesterday. I had some mixed feelings about it, and needed time to process, but on the whole, I think I’m much better today. Emotionally. Physically, too. Let’s start at the very beginning where my happy alarm goes off at 6:00 am, my husband brings me coffee, and I start to look dazed.

First thing I grab my medication. The second thing I do in the morning when I have time is vape. I wasn’t going to have time today, so I should have used my marijuana oil. Vaping takes an hour and a half, start to finish. My therapist keeps nagging me because she thinks that’s too long for medicine to be consumed, it should go faster. Nagging me- she mentioned it twice. It still bugs me. I can’t control this. I didn’t remember my other medication – the marijuana oil – until we were partway there, but perhaps it helped with my sensitivity? Showing them how sensitive I truly am? I don’t know, I probably just screwed myself.

We dropped my son off at school, and proceeded to the hospital where we hung out. The doctor was only a half hour late, but we were treated to a bevy of overly perfumed women (really, don’t wear perfume in a hospital, it doesn’t matter when last you bathed) dramatically emphasizing how they were in the most pain of anybody! So Loud! I felt sorry for each woman in their own way. Each needed something they weren’t getting. And then I looked around and felt sorry for all of us, as I realized everybody had something they weren’t getting. And then the doctor called us in.

New, young, gorgeous, doctor this time. She had read all three volumes of my file and asked for update on the situation. We told her about the head pain. The neck pain, nausea, dizziness, having to lie down. The stomach pain. Just on the surface of the stomach. Did I throw a cyst recently? My pubic bone. My hands hurt, my joints hurt, my knees hurt, Things are not going well.

We discussed the effect of the pain, how it feels, quite in-depth. She wanted to examine me. This was going to be the toughest part.

I changed into my formal hospital wear, and my husband held my hands as she did a surprisingly gentle upper abdominal and lower abdominal palpitation exam. I didn’t scream, only major flinching around my lower right quadrant. It was incredibly sore. She did back off right away. It didn’t hurt so much then, but ten minutes later was …wow!

On to the pelvic. She did some sensitivity testing around my ladybits, and a modified pelvic exam. I’m usually screaming during pelvic exams, but there was no speculum involved. She said I was something that amounts to ‘not letting the horse into the barn’ (my words) and I should probably get back to pelvic therapy. I was teasing my husband that she was trying to tell me I was frigid, but he didn’t know what that meant. I had to explain. Cute.

Naturally, by this time, I’m not feeling too fantastic. We start talking about the weird headaches I was having. My husband volunteers that it was like I have these vertebrae sticking out, and she goes to touch them..

Bad idea!

This send a searing shock of pain up through my neck, up to my head and I cry out in pain. I think I scared everyone,  including myself. The doctor runs out of the room, embarrassed, leaving me to get it together.  I’m scream-crying, trying to hold on until the initial shock of having the top of my head blown off subsides.

I finally calm, husband helps me get dressed, and we wait.

The doctor comes back, apologizing, but saying the demonstration really helped. Even though she’s sorry.

After some back and forth with the Old doctor, where he threatens to cut my medicine down, because I’m on an awful lot, and sometimes too much isn’t good either, which feels like the new ‘lose weight’. I’m not on THAT much medication, and I adjust accordingly. I wish he’d discuss it with me. My husband is dismissive of this comment, but I am not. I feel like it’s a warning, but I’m just a paranoid girl.

I feel like he’s saying “if you bother me too much, you’re getting less medication”. Which is insulting, because hello, not a drugseeker, and we haven’t even discussed the problem yet. Fer chrissakes. It especially rankles me because I’ve been sucking it up for most of my life, pretending I’m okay, pretending I can get by, pretending it doesn’t hurt as much as it does.

After that bombshell, I just kept a straight face, and he continued his best recommendation was to continue on with the Botox treatment as planned, because it does so well for such a large part of me, we will try for a referral to a person who may do nerve blocks or x-rays of my c-spine to deal with the headaches. In the meantime, he is prescribing a compounded cream for my headaches that he said he thinks might help. I can’t remember what’s in it, but one of the things is ketamine. He said I could probably use it other places, too. Last night I was thinking about my abdomen. The pain is about an inch deep, if that. This may be perfect. Here’s hoping! It would be nice to not have to take something that has to traverse my system to work. (I know this enters my bloodstream, but it doesn’t need to go to the edges of the skin to be where it needs to be? But the brain… yeah, right, it’s been a long week)

So, we are just waiting for the magical compound to show up. I don’t know how my hair is going to like it,  but thank God for Olaplex.

The more I think about his recommendations, the more I think he is right, and I think he made good suggestions and I see how they are beneficial and applicable. The cream may be just the thing on my abdomen, as the pain only goes about a half an inch down, I’m excited to try.

We had briefly spoken about referrals to specialists, but in light of the EDS clinic referral, which is underway, I don’t know what will come of that. Does it make more sense, if that is imminent, to see their in-house people?

My memory is improving ever so slightly.  I feel like I’m at least over whatever cold or flu thing I had. I feel so much better than I did!

I spent the rest of the afternoon just flaking out and surfing the Internet and trying to stay comfortable. This morning was pretty much back to normal.

Have a great day, Zebras! 😘

 

PS. Just FYI, the reason I don’t use my family’s names in my blog is simple. I thought it might be too confusing for someone coming in in the middle to figure out which one was the husband, the son, or the daughter. I thought this would be simpler. Also, it gives them some anonymity when we go viral. 😁 I may slip up occasionally.  It’s not a tragedy to me. We aren’t in hiding.

Irreplaceable Me

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How many days has it been? A million? Ugh.

I’m so bored. All I can do is sleep and sometimes take medicine. I’m way off my routine, I’m not sure what I’ve taken on time this week. Actually,  I’ve mostly missed my 3:00 pills and my mmj. That should be it. My 6:00 a couple of times. But my husband has been getting home earlier and checks now.

I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow! Husband and I are making our list tonight of what we have been seeing. I’m not going to let him bully me into hoping things will get better. This has been consistent pain now for months. I don’t know that I necessarily need more pain medication, but I likely need more investigation into what is going on. This ‘it’s just eds/endo/fibro’ stuff isn’t going to work anymore. When I’m losing use of my hands, when I can’t eat for several days (usually when I have the flu I can take something in without the digestive problems I’ve had. I woke up this morning to find myself on the toilet, so, yeah, ew.).  I want to get this neck thing straightened out -literally! My knees, these damn headaches, the list goes on.

The positive side of things is that I’m reminded how valuable I am to my family. My son turns 13 on Sunday, and my husband has been admirably juggling everything, however the gifts had not been bought. That’s usually my domain. When I have a flare-up, I can still often get things done. When I’m completely out of commission and can do nothing but sleep? Then we have a problem. Then we start to see how not having Mommy around affects us.

I woke up yesterday evening around 7:00 to find my son hovering at the foot of my bed. He hasn’t been diagnosed, but he is definitely on the autism spectrum, and he was doing a little dance of impatience with hand flapping as he waited for me to wake up. As soon as I opened my eyes he dove into my bed and exclaimed he was waiting for me to wake up because he wanted a snuggle. He settled right in beside me, and we watched TV.  It was lovely.

It’s good to be needed.

These are the sleep shorts I bought at Old Navy. I bought 2 pair 20170606_201735of shorts, I think I have 3 complete pajama sets, as they have camisole to go with them, a romper, a strappy top, and a pair of socks all with the zebra pattern on them.  I will take a photo one day when I’m wearing them, once they are all washed up! It’s nice to buy from the regular size part of the store. There are so many choices!  I’m almost redoing my wardrobe. I have so many clothes to get rid of. I don’t ever want to get big again. But we can’t always control that stuff, can we? My biggest things are not eating when I’d rather be sleeping, because sometimes I just eat to keep myself awake, and keeping an eye on my sugar intake. When I eat too much sugar, my weight skyrockets. When I stop, my weight drops at 2 lbs per week. Magic.

OK.  I’m tuckered out. I have lots to do for tomorrow.

Have a beautiful day, Zebra friends! 😘

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!

 

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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! 😘

State of the Union

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This .gif is from Idiocracy if you don’t recognize it. I don’t know what I’m doing using American imagery, being Canadian, but this is one of my favourite movies. If you haven’t seen it, do and soon. Written and directed by Mike Judge, the guy who did Office Space and King of the Hill, it was released in 2006, he now says “I didn’t intend it to be a documentary”!

A lovely woman has been messaging me on Facebook messenger, and she has been sending me greetings such as ‘have a pain-free day!’ I appreciate the sentiment, but I finally had to ask her to please say something else, as having a pain-free day is so unlikely as to be impossible, and it is almost depressing! She was amiable and lovely, however, it made me think of all the things I take for granted that people know.

 

What is ‘wrong’ with me

At this point I have a few diagnosed illnesses.

Endometriosis

This was my first diagnosed illness. Endometriosis is where your uterine tissue grows outside your uterus. It can cause organs and tissues to bind together, and horrendous pain during periods. I was diagnosed at 19 by a gynecologist through a laparoscapy.  I have had five laparascopies to remove adhesions, tissue, etc. My bowel and bladder are most affected.

Migraines

Migraines started monthly, soon after my periods started. As the years continued they became more frequent. By the time I was 40, they were up to two or three a week. I started on Botox injections shortly after. They were lifesaving.

EDS, Ehlers-Danlos H3 Syndrome

I was diagnosed with EDS at age 44 by a geneticist. She was not impressed until I put my leg over my head while standing. Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome is caused by a fault in a person’s connective tissue and collagen is made improperly. This results in myriad problems unique to each person. My stomach and digestion, as well as knees and neck seem hardest hit. And my wrist from years of computer work is very unhappy.

Fibromyalgia

I’ve heard this word tossed around a lot. I’m not certain it applied to me. For the longest time I actually didn’t believe in it. I thought it was something doctors used to fob off on whiners to get them to shut up. Now that it’s been explained, I understand a bit more. They suspect it’s been brought on by the continuous pain I’ve been in, my body is essentially misfiring pain signals constantly.

IBS – Irritable bowel syndrome 

They are definitely not in good humour, that’s for darn sure.

Hernia

I have a microscopic hernia in my stomach that people muse about whether is causing a problem or not.

Swan neck deformity 

This is more just interesting. My fingers are bent at the tips, so they look like a swan neck. It’s fairly common in EDSers.

 

What is being investigated

Carpal tunnel

I’m having massive wrist problems, my GP said this is what it was, but didn’t really examine me.

Complex regional pain syndrome

Something to do with my abdomen being so bloody sensitive to touch. You touch it and I jump sky high. It’s terrible.

Gastroparesis

I likely fit the definition for this, just no one has said the words.

 

Who is involved in my care

Right now, the people involved in my health care are:

My husband

All around point man, food getter, diet manager, cheerleader, favourite person.

GP – General Practitioner

He is really good at referring me to people. I have been with him for over 20 years now. Nice guy, no clout.

The Pharmacist

My hero. This guy is great. He extended us credit when we were poor, keeps me from dying prematurely. You know, regular stuff.

Pain Management Doctor

I love this man. He is impossible to get an appointment with at a decent time, but he looked after my pain when it was critical. I will always appreciate that.

My Therapist

She has had me do more work than anyone, but she is amazing! Adore her. Tough, but fair. Lucky to have found her.

My Dentist

Really good dentist, up on the latest pain management techniques, too bad he is on the second floor. Luckily they book me for same-day visits. I can go when I feel good.

My Cannabis Doctor 

My new doctor is so good! She listens! She cares! I adore her! I am so lucky!

My Gastroenterologist

Ugh. This guy. I need to go back, but I don’t even want to. I don’t think he knows what to do with me, and I’m not sure it interests him.

My Nutritionist

Still have not been able to set up an appointment, so I might have to contact the hospital liason.

My Gynecologist

She is a hoot! She told me one of her friends is a dentist and asked how she could look at vaginas all day. She responded with ‘how can you look at teeth all day?’ 😄😄😄

My Respiratory Specialist

I love her! She monitors my CPAP machine and my sleeping. I need to go and see her again, as I lost 100 lbs, we may need to adjust things.

 

People I need on my team

Carpal Tunnel Doctor

I have a name, I’m seeing my doctor in ten days, he may refer me to someone internally. He referred me to a hand specialist, but she retired.

Knee Specialist

You know how puppets ‘walk’? I feel like I have to kick my legs out to the side to make my legs work. It’s weird. And my knees are all wonky, like they are sliding around. It’s uncomfortable.

Physiotherapist

I know a great physiotherapist, I’m just in too much pain to get up, dressed, there and back by myself.

Pelvic Physiotherapist

I did this for a bit, but same as above. Too much pain to get up, dressed, there and back by myself.

 

That’s where things are as of right now. Unfortunately,  it looks like I’m going to have to sleep again today. 😔 I’m so annoyed.

Hope you’re having a great day!

Have a stripey day, Zebra friends!

 

 

 

 

Rare Disease Day

wp-1488290747322.pngFor Rare Disease Day, I have asked many people to take the time to learn about my experience with my illness. I have written this post as if it were a one-time visit. Please indulge me.

Today is Rare Disease Day. On the last day of February every year, we celebrate the rare diseases. Why? Because February contains the rarest day of all, February 29th.

We ask people to wear their jeans in support of people in support of rare disease, because it’s in their genes.

I was diagnosed two years ago with Ehlers-Danlos Hypermobility Type 3 Syndrome. Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome is a genetic condition which means your connective tissue is faulty. Hypermobility is a common feature of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, determined by the Beighton scale in patients aged 16 to 35. To learn more about Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, please visit Ehlers-Danlos.com.

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This is me, Dana, pronounced DAH-nuh.  This is what I look like on an ordinary day.

My Personal History

I was not diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome until I was 44 years old. My childhood progressed normally, with a few peculiarities. My mom reports I used to eat every third day or so. This was mirrored in my teens, as I had severe disordered eating, but mostly because my stomach hurt.

My knees used to ache during ballet class in middle school. I was told it was growing pains. I used to walk everywhere. I was a free-range kid. And adult. As a person in my 20s, I worked three jobs, and loved it. But things started to wear on me. As I turned 25, I got one good-paying job. I worked eight hours, I would come home and sleep. Then I would need to sleep on Saturday. Then I would be sleeping most of the weekend. What was wrong with me?

I met my second husband in 1998, and we started talking about a family. We had an ectopic pregnancy in 2000, and a daughter in 2002. In 2003, the pain in my hip and pelvis from symphysis pubis was too much to bear, after three months, I couldn’t return, and was on short-term disability. Then long-term. In 2003, I fell pregnant with our son, and in 2004 our family was complete.

Not Much Has Changed

The only things that have changed since those days is how much more independent my kids have gotten and how much my pain has increased.

Pain

I am in pain every minute of every day. It’s not something I talk about much, because it’s boring, and I have been working with the best doctors in the world on treatments. Someone always has something negative to say or a better idea. The only input I entertain is from fellow pain sufferers who approach with respect. This sounds harsh, but you need to hear some of the stories I can tell!

My knees are without meniscus or cushioning, my hips are so sore they can’t be touched without me screaming in pain. I’m not exaggerating, either. My stomach muscles along the right lower quadrant have been spasming for two weeks. They go into a deep twinge where I can’t move or breathe. I’d scream if I could. It’s like being cut in half with a chainsaw. I get chronic migraines, they are pretty well controlled with Botox injections, but I still get them. My elbows are sore, I have killer carpal tunnel, trying to see a doctor about that. These things mostly keep me around the house and in bed.

Two of the worst ones, are the pubic bone pain, and the Proctalgia Fugax. The pubic bone pain is from the birth of my kids, the ones I’m so lucky to have at all, because my pubic bone separated and never went back together. So it feels like I’ve been kicked all the time. Walking is so incredibly painful. Proctalgia Fugax is a pain in my ass. Literally. This is so embarrassing, but it’s the worst thing ever. It’s when my anal sphincter cramps up. I get no warning, and I am in blinding pain, where I can’t see, think, or breathe. The first time it happened,  I was sleeping, I thought my first husband was violating me. Why he would, I don’t know, that’s just what it felt like.

My stomach pain and constipation and diarrhea are the most inconvenient. My stomach always hurts. I am currently on the FODMAP eating plan, which is gluten and Lactose free, garlic and onion free, and I still have wicked acid reflux. I eat about 800 kcals a day because that’s what my stomach will allow. I’m constantly nauseated. I’m always trying to force food down. There are maybe five things I’m eating right now. My constipation used to be so bad I used to get shots to make me go, shots that would counteract the opioids I am on. It was a horrible nightmare. Now I can go about once a week, but it’s always urgent diarrhea when I do! Fun times! This eating plan has helped with the bloating and gas pains, but I still have actual sharp stomach pain, and my last stomach biopsy last summer said my stomach had an ‘unusual texture’.

Money

Money is always a fun subject because people get pissed off. My husband and I have been damned lucky in our lives and I won’t deny that for a minute. I had a pretty good job when I got sick, so I have disability insurance and he is a genius, so he makes a good living, plus good benefits. We live in Canada, so that is a perk right there. We managed to buy single, detached house right on the edge of downtown Toronto right as the housing boom started. It’s tiny, sad and ready for destruction by the next person who buys it, but…

Some of our expenses include:

  • Medical, prescription marijuana
  • Botox injection fees
  • Therapy and counselling fees
  • Prescriptions not covered by our plans

In Canada, if your medical expenses exceed 4% of your income, I believe, you can write them off on your expenses. Likely we will get some of this money back. Considering we have two children with Aspergers, this medical expense amount can be high.

Medication

I do take pain medication, but I don’t like taking more than I absolutely need to, or I get fuzzy headed. This is why I negotiate with my doctors to keep the dose as low as possible. On the other hand, what is the point, though, if you can’t do anything because you are in too much pain? I’ve been struggling with this lately, as my back pain has been flaring as well as my lower abdomen. If I take the breakthrough medication I’m prescribed, I’m drowsy. If I don’t,  I’m in agony. If I take sleeping pills, I sleep for two days, if I don’t,  I’m awake for two. Lower the dose? I’m at the lowest that works, unfortunately.

Friends

I can’t tell you the number of friends that have come and gone. It’s too painful. I’m like a girl in a rom-com repeating ‘don’t get attached’ every time someone is nice to me. It starts out fun, usually. Especially if I am mobile for a while! I’m having a good couple of weeks! But then it drops off. Always. I do have some friends who have stuck it through. They always have chronic illnesses themselves. The able bodies who do stick around for a while do imbue you with some kind of deficit, however. Whether it be intellectual, social, or your judgement, they will second guess you at something and educate you at every turn. It’s fun.

Family

My family is mostly accepting. My husband is a gem from heaven. I had him running off his feet last night, as he was performing myriad little tasks for me and I finally asked him to stop when it came to cutting my toenails, which I find difficult, since my back hurts. I told him it wasn’t fair for him to do this for me. He responded that he wanted to. I told him that it made me look like a demanding wife. He told me to forget about appearances and be my own woman! 😂 I love him. Even though his parents actively tried to have him leave me when we found out I had chronic pain. Just after the kids were born. They decided I was faking and just didn’t want to wash dishes or cook or do laundry.

Loss

I feel a lot of loss in my life. There is the life I wanted. I had wanted to be a photographer when I grew up. I never had the stamina to study. I wanted more than two children, but my husband was raising them, essentially alone. He couldn’t raise more than two. I wanted to be a gym bunny! I can hardly walk, not even a block, never mind a treadmill. I wanted a big career, a degree, an education. I know at this time, that is futile. This was supposed to be a starter home. I know the over $30,000 in medical bills we average per year has stood in the way of that. Our kids love this house, though, so that’s probably not that big a deal. At any rate, I did not want to spend my life in bed.

The Plus Side

On the plus side, I have met some many wonderful people because of this disease. It’s given me a chance to slow down. I was able to see my kids grow up. My children always know where I am. Teachers know where to reach me. My husband has had the opportunity to be an outstanding father. My kids have learned how to be compassionate caregivers. I did manage to also lose 100 lbs over the past two years, through incredible stomach pain and vomiting. There were days I would lie curled up in a ball and sip water because my stomach would hurt so much. The gastroenterologist hoped the FODMAP eating plan would help, and it has, slightly. I still have the sharp pains, but they aren’t constant anymore.

I hope this has given you some insight into what my life is like. Feel free to ask any questions you may have.

Stay stripey, my zebras and friends! 😘

Edited to add: I kind of thought this went without saying, but we haven’t had sex in ten months, and that isn’t going to change until a doctor finds a way for me to be touched without screaming. I bet you’re jealous now! I miss snuggling. Hugs. Holding hands lasts for five minutes before my hands get too sore. See how easy it is to forget about intimacy? 

Happy Monday! 😉

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I had a pretty darn good weekend! I managed to accomplish quite a lot, all while giving my carpal tunnel a bit of a rest. I mean, I assume it’s carpal tunnel. My GP told me it probably was years ago when I first complained about it. Now that I say this, it had to be over 20 years ago, and he didn’t even examine me. I really need to get this checked.

So, on Friday I received a Vox Box, which is sent out by Influenster.com. You get to try out things and review them on

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different sites. I get to review Bite Beauty’s new lip pencils. They are amazeballs. On Saturday I was able to do some makeup try-on for my other blog after a nice long bath, and I tried ALL THE LIPSTICKS! It was a blast!

I woke up around my usual time of 10:00, dozed until 10:30, breakfast, coffee, vaping, bath. So I didn’t really get going until after 1:00, closer to 2:00. My son saw me in the early afternoon, and then came by at 7:00 and I was still taking pictures of myself! He must have thought… What the? But I explained that I rested, I changed my lipstick every few pictures so people can tell what it looks like! “Oooh!” He said!

Sunday was so productive! I was able to edit some of the photos I had taken. I caught upon some news during my morning vape. I love Sunday mornings, hubby makes chocolate chip pancakes! They are so good!

While catching up with things, I found out one of my newer friends is having a crisis. She had her heat shut off because she made an arrangement with the heating company or whomever and whoops! Not in the system! I know so many who are screwed over like this. Of course the CSR is lying to her because everything is recorded, but you can’t fight them. They have all the power, literally. So we got together and helped. It’s tough, because so many need help. We do make some money, but we are spending so much now, too. Son has two therapy appointments a week now, at $200 each. I go 2x per month, daughter should go every month. Then there’s living in one of the most expensive cities in the world. I don’t go out socially, so, save money there. Anyway, I just wish I could do more.

So, my daughter’s birthday is coming up, speaking of money, and we hadn’t bought her anything yet. I saw the cutest t-shirt I thought she would like, and then found one for myself, and then she wanted another, then one for her friend. They were starting at $12 USD, which is how we got suckered in. So we bought some adorable tees. Then I bought her some pants from the Gap. It’s one of the few places I can order online for her that carries tall. She is 5’9″ and wears a small PLUS she is all leg. She needed them. I had to buy myself some, too, as none of my pants fit me anymore. I ended up buying 2 pairs of jeans and a pair of ‘joggers’ although I wanted some pants. I can’t seem to find pants that are neither too casual, nor too dressy, and come past my ankle. Am I too demanding? No rips, no shiny, full length.

When I lost all that weight over the last 2 years, my pants didn’t seem to shrink much up until just recently. I went down two sizes when I ordered and they were still too big. One of the sizes I bought was a 16! I hope it fits! I am 5 lbs away from being under 200 lbs 😮

Sunday afternoon my daughter and I watched the Beware of Slenderman Documentary. I was so disappointed! It was really boring! It didn’t go into anything. I knew as much from skimming a couple of articles and reading a couple of links on Slenderman.  I do not have a huge knowledge of the Character, but I didn’t come away feeling like I knew anything more than I did before. My daughter left halfway through. The interviews with the parents of the girls involved in the Slenderman Stabbings were interesting, the testimony and interviews of the girls were interesting, but you felt it was leading somewhere it wasn’t. Ah, darn.

My boy spent some time with me both on Saturday night and last night. He’s a great cuddler. He said on Friday night, “if I got to choose my Mom I’d choose you a million times over!”

Hope you had a fantastic weekend! It’s supposed to be freezing here in Toronto for the next couple of weeks, so I am not looking forward to that! Hope you’re comfortable where you are! 😘