Standing Ovation

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I am an advice column junkie. I just adore them. Maybe I like to know there are people who have more problems than I do. Or that maybe having friends isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, anyway. Whenever I had friends, they all had crazy rules that they never told me about. I had to guess. Then people would get angry when I didn’t ‘know’. Like this one friend who was really sensitive about talking about her family. My dad had a mild stroke a few years ago, and, coincidentally, hers had one a day later. She didn’t ask about my dad, so I took this as a signal she didn’t want to discuss it. Well, you guessed it. She flew into a rage a few weeks later about how I never ask about her family. Well, she never asks about mine, either, I thought we were setting a tone? Ugh.

Then, of course, having to be informed two childhood friends aren’t speaking to me. It occurred to me the other day: Are there more? 🤣 how do you decide to no longer speak to a person you never interact with. Boggles me. I really want an explanation of the evolution of this. Because it’s so…

Anyway, reading Dear Prudence, which I pay for the Plus membership at Slate, because I love it. I saw this article and I had to share.

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And you can also see I’ve been shopping for slipper socks, they are inexplicably called reading socks now. If you are in Canada, indigo has some for $5. Last year’s sherpas! Fuzzy! We are also supposed to trade in our 2014 minivan. Wtf ? Our prior car was an 88 Caprice Classic. This trade in every 3 year garbage? No way. Plus, hubby is 6’5″ when he gets comfy, he stays put. He also only drives it on weekends to Wal-Mart and the grocery store.

He’s snoring away with dental floss in his mouth! Aww!

Goodnight all! 💜

 

Im Thinking of Hiring a Male Escort…

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…to come over and watch tv with me. You see, my family is impossible to watch television with. The husband can only watch things that require sporadic attention, like sports, or a comedian. I cajoled him into watching Stranger Things with me last weekend, and in the first freaking episode he had figured out major plot points! I didn’t let him know this, of course. He was great, I know this required extra effort on his part. We then watched Atypical, which is about an 18-year old with autism. That was painful. He is dealing with his own autism and it hit a bit close to home, I think. Anyway, it was wonderful of him to watch with me, but I can’t ask him to do this regularly. He has a stressful job, and to come home and stress over tv is too much.

My daughter watched some tv with me the other day. She likes her shows, though. Either horror movies or teen shows.

I’ve been trying to pull away from documentary and watch more comedy. I think it’s good.

Finally managed to reach my grandmother yesterday. She reminded me she’s turning 96 next week. She asked how old I was, and when I said 47 in November, she replied “Oh, you’re old, too!” 🤣 My husband is 49 next week. Yikes! We is ancient.

Chatting with grandma was lovely but tough. She has a benign tumour on her pancreas, and a polyp in her throat. She needs to have all her food blended. We compared pathetic diets, followed by a round of ‘I feel bad for you!’ ‘No, I feel bad for you!’ It’s horrible to be pitied by your grandmother! I assured her I have a wonderful full life, even if it’s not very exciting. I can’t help but shake the feeling she’s hanging on to make sure we grandkids are all settled.

My life is really lovely. I do have a nice spot carved out here. It’s a quiet life, I’m not making huge splashes at anything. But is that what I want? I have enough people in this world with grudges against me, for very silly things, for the most part. I will just sit here quietly and enjoy my life and quietly do what I can to avoid pain. Cultivate what friendships I can, and just be in the moment.

It sounds right.

💜

Remember Me?

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Hey everyone! I’ve spent the last two weeks freaking out over this past weekend’s beauty convention! It went over very well, and I’m hoping to soon have a cross-post up between my two blogs about my experience.

I was very nervous about this weekend because I purchased the tickets for me and three friends in March when I felt fairly well. With the head and neck pain I’ve been having, I wasn’t certain I could endure the entire weekend.

Add to this, I had my BOTOX injections and broke a crown on my tooth and had to have dental work done. Ugh.

Oh, I missed this story, so on the day of my BOTOX injections, there is a volunteer in who isn’t the usual. She comes in the lobby and calls for Diana. I ignore her, that not being my name. She then calls Diana with my last name. I figure it out. I stagger over, followed by my husband. I apologize for not answering to the wrong name before, being the Canadian that I am, and educate her on the correct pronunciation of my name. DAH-nuh to rhyme with banana. She gets all put out. She goes to the file and starts whining “Well, it’s just that we have four names here for you!” My husband goes over and asks what they are. She’s referring to my first, middle, maiden, and last. The only one I don’t use is my middle. And there’s a short form of my first name I use. So she lightens up a bit.  Then she comes back and want to know if she needs to fill all the serum, if we use all six vials. I told her yes. As we’ve been doing this for three years now? Maybe two and a half. She then says, I don’t know, it’s kind of a lot… And then looks to my husband for validation. 😠 She comes back after with another administrator, and thusly begins calling me Dayna for a good five minutes. I won’t even mention her mocking my husband when he went to get me up when he thought the doctor was ready for me but he wasn’t. I will send a note, though, to patient relations. Yikes!

Back to the convention, so after my BOTOX, I had my tooth fixed, went home, rested up and was really anxiety and pain ridden, and I couldn’t figure out why. I was angsty and stressed and such a mess. But then, as soon as the event was over, as my friend got in her car and drove away….

My throat began to hurt….my tongue began to swell…my lymph nodes are swollen and sore. I couldn’t sleep my tongue hurt so much last night. I’m glad it waited, that was kind. I do need to have my husband book off work to take me to the doctor. I can’t go alone. I get really upset and stressed when I’m sick. Sometimes even before I know I’m sick. It started in my 30s. It’s almost as if I am afraid to be vulnerable. I remember one day being so ill I could hardly walk I had such a cold, but I had decided I had missed four days of work and that was it, I was going in. It didn’t matter it was 8:30 at night, I was needed! My husband talked some sense into me, but I get so irrational.

A couple of conclusions: last time I went out socially was last August. This isn’t acceptable. I need to get out more, as does our daughter, so we do not have this much anxiety.

The world certainly treats you differently when you are thin..ner. I’m not quite thin, but I’m thinner. I’m about 60 less than last year? Wow. Last year someone asked if I was my friends’ mother. That’s the one who spoke to me. This year? Compliments and chats and nobody speaking to my carer (pusher? 😁) first…well, mostly…. but that’s a story for later!

There were actually moments when I didn’t notice my pain. I feel miles better today, spiritually, anyway. My mouth hurts. I’m thinking strep. All that turning of my neck may have worked out some kinks. Now, I’m far from sprinting a race. Much of this is because of a good medication balance. I did have two pretty scary incidents where my knees just buckled under me. My friend who is a nurse thought that was pretty cool, I think, except one was on stairs. It’s that with no meniscus, it feels like one bone goes one way and the other, well… I also had my fingers go out yuck. But in the grand scheme, I will take it.

I will try to get that post about my experience together, and I will let you know!

😘

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! 😘

Busy Couple of Days…

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The past couple of days have seemed like a whirlwind, even though, I suppose, Thursday I spent resting up for Friday! ‘I’m leardening’ as Ralph Wiggum would say.

Thursday, I really shut down for the most part. I had a friend call me that I hadn’t spoken with in a while, so we caught up a bit. My neck was hurting so much, I could barely concentrate. I slept the rest of the afternoon, and into the evening.

Friday we prepared the family to drive an hour to an hour and a half north to visit 20170415_121301my hairdresser, and then my parents. So after four and a half hours in the chair, I emerged… redder! I’m naturally curly, but I should keep the blowout for a few days, as it helps maintain the keratin.  You can see how tired I am in the photo. But, back in bed, yay!

After, we went to visit my parents. My daughter and I were so tired, my husband had to say, come on, but it didn’t take much. I miss seeing them. We didn’t get to stay long, but my son just blossomed in their presence. I have such great kids. My Mom made me this gorgeous Afghan, she actually made me two, one in pink, one in purple, and let me choose. It was tough! I wanted both! 😃 My Dad was pretty responsive. He has severe depression, he can’t always be present when we are there. It was good.

I have some stuff I want to do while I still am with cutlery. Soon!

Be well,

Have a great afternoon, my Zebra hombres! 😘

 

 

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.  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 💤💤💤!

Have a great day Zebra pals! 😙

PS, I was having a ruminate about what bothered me so much about the men (and women) being forward on Facebook messenger.  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? 😂😂😂

Wednesday!

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Having a restful day relaxing and recovering from yesterday and my doctor appointment adventure. I’m awfully tired today. Very sore, but feeling good otherwise. My hands are unruly, though. It’s like trying to type with mannequin hands. They are so stiff, and kind of sore.

My son had to watch the documentary movie Supersize Me for school, so we watched it together. He has so much homework to do while on break, but I don’t think he’s touched much of it. I know he was supposed to have a bath today, and has ignored all requests to get in and do that. Dad will have to yell, I suppose.

My husband called about that ridiculous taxi driver who was so obnoxious yesterday, and it turns out he is suspended. The company apparently has been having problems with him, but they can’t really prevent him from getting into one of their cars and driving, he’s just not sanctioned. Nice to know, staying home forever now. 😂

I put up a photo of my new highlighter set and got a comment on my Instagram from said highlighter creator, and my favourite makeup guru Pat McGrath, so I am in seventh heaven today! I took some time to play and I had a good relaxing fun experience.

My television cable box  connection has been broken since yesterday. This isn’t enormous, but I get a ringing in my ears and I like some television noise to drown it out. Music is jarring to me, for some reason and that really upsets me. I miss it. I can only listen to things in a certain tone and if it gets too high-pitched, I just cringe. Also, at a certain point I flake. With no TV, I keep on going… not good.

My friend since high school sent me the most touching note. I’m just … I need a few days sometimes between when something happens and thanking someone. I need time to let my emotions settle. It was so beautiful. I’m going to keep that note forever. ❤

Today was a comfortable day, despite the pain. I don’t know if that even makes sense.

Have a lovely day, Zebra friends! 😙