Mid Break Update

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I am really feeling better. I have taken a giant step back, I feel. I am streamlining my life.

I have divested myself of my Beauty blog. That was difficult. I’m disappointed. I enoyed that so much. I don’t know that it was hugely popular, but I enjoyed it. The commitment was too much, however. I will still continue to play with makeup. It is excellent therapy. It keeps my hands nimble, keeps me moving and motivated. I have a reason to sit up straight for a while, although I can lie down and apply makeup!

I’v pared down my Facebook friends list. I was originally going to delete everyone, and keep my account only as an identifier to log on to websites, but as I was deleting people, there were some who… well, I just couldn’t get rid of right away. I thought I would do two phases. Then, I decided to live with the smaller list for a few days. I like it. So far, it might be the level of socializing I need. Unfortunately, in my haste, I know I let some people go, people I probably shouldn’t have. I can’t remember everyone, though. I do hope they will be back.

After the US election last year, I added tons of friends, thinking there would be opportunities to make some great friendships. I did make some friends. But I overestimated my ability to actively participate in friendship. It’s also interesting to see who had left long ago. ย But I think this was a mistake, overall. As social and gung-ho as I sometimes feel, I sometimes don’t take the time to guard my emotions or protect myself from potential toxic friendships. I need to be more vigilant.

I feel like I have been doing a lot of things in the wrong way lately. Perhaps pushing things too hard when I should be letting go. I’ve been complaining and feeling that I have no friends, but I do, and I have. I couldn’t see them for the riff-raff. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I would be disingenuous if I didn’t. I think, however, those who have been in acute pain for any length of time will understand, at least, how I may have been feeling.

I’m feeling far more zen. Focusing on myself. My family. Becoming well within myself. Banishing negativity. It is hard, because my body is going through hell, but I know it’s for the best.

I’m decorating my space with pretty things. I’m organizing everything I can get my hands on. ย It’s one of my favourite things.

The muscles in my back have been killing me, partly from getting rid of stress, partly from overdoing it. My head still hurts. I have almost constant migraines and facial pain, but I try to not think about it. Keeping up with the medications help.

Another issue is that I am bad at taking my medication. I am now committed to taking my full dose at proper times, and it’s helping a lot. I know I am being stupid about this, but I lost a bunch of friends on a message board when someone decided I was a drug addict for taking my medication (it was the wrong type at the time, not a good fit, I was going through a nightmare on this stuff, so I really wasn’t great at defending myself) and it’s affected me. I am working on this.

My kids are really struggling. I am trying to be more present for them. My son does not, in fact, have Autism, but a series of learning disabilities. My daughter, does have Autism. Both have anxiety disorders. Brilliant kids, struggle to leave the house.

Be well, see you on the first!

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Some Thoughts Before My Head Implodes

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I do have some good news! The EDS clinic called yesterday. They wanted my GP’s information so he can be contacted for more information. At least they’ve heard of me! My husband called back, as I didn’t get the call.

My head wasn’t as bad this morning when I woke up, but the pain progressed as time has. It’s been two and a half hours and I can feel it settling in nicely. My husband did get a response from my doctor, and apparently whoever answered the call said there is no way it could be chiari malformation because it would have shown up on my barium swallow (?) I really wish he hadn’t said anything about my fears. I also have a skull fracture at the back of my head that may be affecting things. It’s been raining here all week, is sunny today, and is supposed to rain again tomorrow to Sunday. I thought that had something to do with it, but I’m hurting again today, so that doesn’t seem right.

I thought I’d blog early before the emotions and pain get too tangled.

I know I sound like an asshole much of the time. You’re getting real, unvarnished here. What I usually hide. What I find so challenging is, I should be falling back on the friendships I made years ago. But I didn’t make those. I’ve explained my weird adulthood before. Moving across the country, my ex-husband alienating any friends I did have, working too hard and making poor friend choices led to those relationships falling apart. Finding a group as an adult and being drummed out because I was accused of being a drug abuser (I wasn’t, someone decided an increased prescription dose = me freely taking as many pills as I want. I don’t talk quite as much as I used to, but that was a side effect of that stupid medication as well.) A couple of long – term friends, but they are spoonie, too. We rarely see each other or even talk. But they are really good people.

Some of the friends I did have don’t know what to do with me now that I can’t go out. They don’t even invite me over when they have movie nights at home. I could do those. I don’t even hear from them. Not even casual emails. It’s as if I ceased to exist.

My Mom tries so hard, bless her, but I need a Mom.

My husband is so busy looking after me, I rarely see him.

I really try to be a fun, happy person most of the time. I wonder if these episodes are just too intense for some people. It’s just right now I need friends most of all, just knowing someone cares means a lot to me. I’m probably looking in the wrong place or asking for the wrong things.

I just find so many are suspicious or angry or defensive, you cannot approach anyone. It’s harsh out there, and in all honesty, I’m getting tired. I’m getting tired of having my head bitten off when I ask for help. I’m tired of having it bitten off when I offer help.

A friend of mine, a friend I went to elementary school with, is a nurse. She is one of the most caring people I know. She wrote on her Facebook wall “I must be the first person in the history of the world to cancel a doctor appointment because of not feeling well.” Now, I don’t demand everyone think about me before they post something, but that hurt, it was so tone deaf and out of character. I mean, I’ll live, but…

Okay, the head is hurting time to vape. Nausea is rising.

Have a great day, Zebras! ๐Ÿ˜˜

Friends (do do do doodelly doo)

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It has been said every seven years one undergoes major life changes. Or maybe that’s Scorpio. It’s held fairly true in my life, anyway. I turn 47 in November, and my life is undergoing some real flux. One major area this is occurring seems to be friendships.

I’ve had a complicated relationship with making friends most of my life. Both of my parents have mental illness issues, and were constantly coaching me on how I should be interacting with my friends. How I could be doing better. The other messages were that I’d better hang on to any friends I get because I’m ‘ugly, stupid, and weird’. I think the motivation was to keep me from having a big ego, but I was crushed. The pain I was in with the endometriosis every month, plus my EDS pain, dismissed as ‘growing pains’. I started working at age 12, since my parents decided I should pay for everything. They would provide the room and food, which I rarely ate because I was already having stomach problems, and I bought everything else. They provided an allowance of $60 a month I think.

I barely had time for friends, but clearly I had to do whatever anyone asked of me, because that’s what friends do, right?

Set me up for 30 years of misery.

In my 20s I worked three jobs, I didn’t really have time for friends, I eventually moved away from all my high school friends, being nuts while on opioids alienated most of them. Some hate me because of my ex husband. Most have no idea what it was like growing up in my house. The suicide attempts.

When I was in my 30s I joined a baby names board. It was fantastic. I had a tribe. Until someone decided I was an addict and called me out. Nobody defended me. Lost a lot of people. I wasn’t an addict, but was on those damned short acting opioids that weren’t that great. Dependent yes. She was saying I was Rush Limbaugh.

Our friendships moved to MySpace then to Facebook. I got closer to some people. I was still mobile, seeing people at Meetup.com and having friends. But all my guy friends were still handsy, and my girl friends all required gifts and only talked about themselves. But that’s the cost of having friends, right?

I hardly go on Facebook now. I mean, a couple of times a day, vs sitting on it like before. Before, I used to chat with friends, but now everyone just wants to argue or sell you something or have sex.

I used to post on friends’ statuses, but now their friends want to aggressively argue with me. Or criticize. Or completely ignore. I don’t think it’s personal, I think it’s what the place has become.

A bunch of my friends have drifted away. The bunch that I talked to on a regular basis. What a strange coincidence. This hasn’t left me friendless, of course. But the ones I have remaining aren’t the ones you speak to every single day.

But you know what? I feel peaceful.

I feel like I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m engaging with people in small bits. I’m not overwhelmed. I’m not angry. I’m not listening to people’s problems.

I am able to engage with people I care about.

Perhaps it is just that I don’t have the energy right now to be more to anyone. My son has been coming for snuggles each night and it’s wonderful. ย We need the connection. I owe my Mom a phone call, but I just don’t have the energy.

I’m finally learning to set boundaries.

I’m trying to let myself not feel guilty. There’s a stupid tape in my head about having to be social. It’s idiotic.

Maybe we will drift back together, maybe not. Maybe we’re just keeping different hours right now and things will change. Maybe they are ghosting me. I’m focusing on what I can control. Those who are responsive in my life, and what I can do to be comfortable.

Am I horrible?

My headache is subsiding, I just want to sleep ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ’ค!

Have a great day Zebra pals! ๐Ÿ˜™

PS, I was having a ruminate about what bothered me so much about the men (and women) being forward on Facebook messenger. ย There are two things. First is it’s rather like being cold called in your messages. Another telemarketing tactic? Although, with the amount of sales going on, yeah. And Second, you are treated rather like a non person. As I move through life having things explained to my husband, being shoved out of the way in my chair, it feels really great to be reminded I can’t even participate in the dirty nasty with my own husband.

Maybe it would make me less grouchy? ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚