I Miss Sleep

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First, today would have been my grandmother’s 97th birthday.  She was looking forward to reaching this milestone, and mentioned it every time I spoke with her. I miss her so much.

I am still struggling with my sleep. I have not yet been to see a psychiatrist, apparently these are the only people in Canada equipped to deal with sleep issues. Night before last, I broke down and took some Zopiclone I had left over. Oh, the difference! I slept deeply, restful the whole night. My pain was slightly better, I was in a better mood, but I was still tired yesterday. I couldn’t get anything done because I still had the effect of the sleeping pill on me. Last night I slept on and off, and today I am completely useless. I can’t do a single thing as I am simply exhausted. I have tears running down my face. I’m snapping at my kids. I can’t even keep my eyes open. But I lie down to sleep, and my pain keeps me awake. I only pass out from exhaustion.  I don’t actually sleep. I am then woken up by pain. It’s been nearly a year of this. I don’t know what to do, and I don’t think my doctors seem to think this has any urgency. I am dragging myself around. I pull my things out to do something,  but I just can’t. I’m too exhausted and uncoordinated. I usually end up bursting into tears and putting it all away again. I sometimes have a good day or two here and there, but I mostly have zero energy. I feel like I’m rotting from the inside. I have constant hallucinations.

Mostly I just lie here with my eyes closed. Anything else is too much effort.

I have no idea what to do.

Hope things are better on your side!

Hugs

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You Can’t Tell Me What To Do!

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I really don’t get the chance to interact with many people. It’s a huge effort for me. But your husband and kids! People exclaim. I see my kids when they drop off food, they are teens! Introverts at that. My husband arrives home from work around 7:30 and must take care of homework and lunches and clean up, so he rolls into bed around 9:00. I have an hour or so, if I managed to stay awake.

So, when I get to speak with a new person it’s pretty exciting! Unfortunately, though, some people (though their heart is in the right place, I’m sure, wanting to help) start in with the “You know what you need to do…” and it’s very rarely helpful. Now, of course I am not dismissing carefully considered suggestions, I’m not unilateral in this! What I’m talking about are the questions that could be better phrased as why questions. The ‘You need to find a new doctor’ ‘you need a housekeeper’ ‘the waiting list for neurologists is six years’  these types of unhelpful comments.

It would also be nice to be asked how I’m feeling, but we might all be pretending everything is fine.

I’m still lying here in the semi-darkness, grumbling most of the time. I feel like my life is flying by. I’ve been lying here for a year. I’m gaining weight back because I can’t move. I am having huge gastro problems. I’m so tired today, I can barely move. I’m not sleeping properly, pain is waking me up. My joints are so weak and painful I can barely do anything. I am so angry at being ignored. How much more of my life am I going to spend lying here?  I can do NOTHING right now. Even watching television is a struggle as the light and noise can only last so long.

I did buy a cervical pillow from Wal-Mart, it’s very nice. It’ helping my neck pain. I lie on it at first, after being propped up a bit and my neck hurts so much, but the next day it feels good. Less pain than usual.

I feel like if I could have a good stretch I’d be better. Momentarily, anyway…

 

After the awful van attack in Toronto,  one of the victims’ spiritual leader said she had so many loyal and beloved friends because she was a good person.  *Well* it’s really good to know where I stand. 🤔 Perhaps I should stick to Christianity over Buddhism, as it lauds suffering. 😄(Emotionally self-inflicted counts 😜).

Ugh, just occurred to me, my throat kind of hurts – I get really angsty and grouchy when getting sick. (Started to get that way around age 35. Awful.) At least it doesn’t take weeks to get over anymore.

Time for more rest.

Lies I’ve Been Told…

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“Looks aren’t that important in life, it’s what’s inside a person that matters.” …

“I am your friend,”…

“That looks great on you!” …

“You’ll regret it!” …

“I’ll never tell anyone, I swear!” …

“You can count on me!”…

“This medication is non-addictive.”…

“I would never lie to you,”…

“I love you!” countless…

“If you lose weight you’ll feel better!” x infinity…

“Your doctor will call you back in three days…”.

“Your doctor will call you on Tuesday.”.

(Sigh)

Now, to be fair, it seems the clinic is moving floors. It essentially broke down earlier this year (at last check, admittedly a bit ago, only complaint with my doctor who ran clinic is about paperwork. Will keep you posted. Must have hubby do checking am too weak),  and it seems to have merged with another pain management service. My new doctor, who was only in this clinic once a week anyway, has not been in, due to the chaos. I have confirmed the scan is on my file. Now, I don’t even know if the doctor to administer the blood patch is still on staff. I caught a quick article up online for only a couple of hours that stated there are no doctors in my home city to treat chiari if it turns out to be. I will burn that bridge when I get to it, but I am pretty miserable here. I essentially lie in the dark most of the time. The straighter my neck the better. My vision is very bad. My tablet is turned way down, as is the tv. Very dark. I can’t stand noise. So it’s not always watchable or useable in the tablets case. Last week was great- I could sit horizontally and play with makeup for a little bit! Have a rest. Organize some items I had tossed aside when feeling terribler. So much better than lying on my side in the dark. I have incredible trouble sleeping, so I stare into black space for hours. It can be awful. And the facial pain. Ay-yi. And the back pain so bad you almost faint, but you don’t.  Because you’re home alone. On really good days I get to sit up for a while before the pain starts, the nausea and dizzy take over. On really really good days you can turn on a lamp.

The EDS Clinic said I could be in to the pain clinic there by the end of June, so hope oozes from every pore! No, I am grateful as I’ve been inappropriately medicated for a long time. I would like to sleep, maybe? Once a week? My former pain doctor had been planning to change my plans for medication for a while, as he suspected I might be causing myself pain with what I am on. (Apparently it’s a thing) Plus it has been a year since I have had proper migraine shots, so dealing with intermittent migraines, too. Fun! 😄

Oh, and a lady from Chiari Canada has been so lovely and supportive in corresponding with me, even though she is so busy. I appreciate it so much.

My rugrats gave me their flu or cold or whatever… I am not amused. I shall take my whiny butt back under the blanket.

I shall let you know.

 

 

Just Breathe

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Oh, well, things are back to normal. Life is back to kick me in the ass and remind me I am sub-human, in case I had forgotten. One of the latest games is to obnoxiously correct my grammar as I am trying to form a sentence. I’m just pleased if I can communicate an idea, never mind if I remembered it was try to instead of try and. Maybe people are thrilled they can bulldoze me for the first time. Worse,  however, is I can still hear that horrified ‘oh my God’ when referred to my size in the conversation of last week. I mean, I’m 5’8″. When I carry extra weight, I look huge.

So, I’m finding being judged at every turn very tiring. Everyone has something to say. There are actually people in this world who believe you draw to you everything that happens. Therefore, if I am suffering pain, I must be a bad person. Genetic? Bad in a past life. I’m fat? Then using a wheelchair because I’m lazy, no other reason. Now that I’m close to average size, I’m treated so much better by doctors and strangers. My friends are gone, though. That often with weight loss, I’ve heard.

I’ve been suffering a lot of knee pain. It keeps me awake at night. It’s awful. I hope it goes away. I have been bracing like crazy at night. My shoulders are really bothering me. I’m not certain how I could brace them, but I’m resting and keeping warm.

So many doctors have turned me down! I can’t get a specialist! They keep saying to wait until the EDS Clinic sees me. I’m so glad we are 5 weeks away. My clinic is no longer doing Botox. Great. Just found out. My head isn’t too bad, knock wood! I think many are not comfortable without the specialist support. So we wait and take things easy.

My days have nice flow. Wake at 6. Breakfast, coffee, Instagram. See kids off to school. Deal with emergencies. Play with makeup.  Lunch. Crafts for an hour. Nap. Tidy, hang out, organize. Time with husband, night meds and snack. Sleep, painsomnia, sleep.

God, my face hurts. 😣

Rough Time

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We ended up, finally, with a couple of inches of snow this morning. My kids, or maybe one was my husband? Were kind enough to send me photos.

I’m in agony. I was whiny yesterday? Ha ha! I tried to stay moving so I wouldn’t stiffen up. Today, I am like Frankenstein’s monster. I have nearly no fine motor skills. I crash around like a huge boar.

Something strange happened this morning. I took my medicine, the marijuana oil, and a while later I felt better. I had been lying still, but I felt dramatically better, and just a bit loopy and nauseated. Did I accidentally take my medicine twice? I feel really good. Just sick. Oops! Then I was ill, which happens so often we keep kidney bowls nearby. I just coughed up some bile. I had to use the washroom. As soon as I went to stand- oh, yes! I had the correct dose. It is very strange for me to do things out of order. But if I had doubled my dose, I could not be in THAT much pain, I am fine. So I hobbled back into bed, and finished a couple of errands I needed to do.

On days that are not so intense, I can keep moving, even if I don’t walk around much. This means my back doesn’t hurt nearly as much. On days when the pain is head to toe, though, there is just no way to deal, except to get through it and recover and piece myself together on the other side.

I am so glad my family is understanding.

My lovely cousin was stuck in town at the airport this morning, when I was at the peak of my stoned-ness, (?) Or whatever was going on there: trying to relax and not cry. She messaged me, I know she could tell I wasn’t myself. I hope I didn’t scare her!

I’m sure it will alarm at least a couple of family members to see me. Over the last three years I’ve lost 120 lbs. Mostly due to gastroparesis, but I know this will be universally ‘positive’ however losing as much as 40 lbs in 3 weeks due to vomiting is not the right way. My body just rejected food. It was horrid. I’m straightening my lovely curly hair because I lie down so much the curls just get crushed and become difficult to manage. That wheelchair we will be investing in. I’m falling so often from my knees giving out, and don’t forget that damn exhaustion!

Ah, well.  Speaking of exhaustion, I am going to have a nap, as I haven’t been sleeping well. I just got a new onesie from Torrid, it has Hello Kitty on it! Just some sleep and when the weather breaks, I need to wrap some gifts. I do this every year. I shop, forget what I buy, my husband hides everything, and when it’s wrapping time, there is a mountain of things!  Ah, its usually small stuff. My daughter’s usually a good helper.

Okay! Gotta nap this out! My lower back, oh wow! Can they do transplants yet?

The Migraine Dance

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I don’t really know what is going on with the back of my head, but it might be a migraine thing, so let’s call it an offshoot of my migraines for now.

I’m learning to dance with them. They are leading. I need to lie down when it’s time to lie down. Sleep when it’s time to sleep. It’s rather like having a newborn in the house, only I’m the newborn! Although I do like the idea of rebirthing myself. That may be too deep for my brain at the moment.

This does mean I’m keeping irregular hours. I did see my

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If we ever have competitive napping, though… I nap hard!

husband for a few minutes this evening, as I woke up to use the washroom as he was going to sleep. So much for my 4 hour nap. More like 10. I will sleep more. It’s 1 am now. By 2 I should be ready again. I need 18 hours every 2nd day.

I’m almost ready to plant myself at the ER.

My neck and back cracked loudly today, but the pain ended up intensifying in my neck. My back feels better. My toe feels like it’s healing, too.

I am supposed to be getting the Botox shots for migraine on the 24th of October, I think. The clinic can at least do that. I’m hoping that helps, because it did help a bit in June. I do tend to sleep more before my shots, as the pain gets worse and I’m 2 months without now, so I guess it isn’t abnormal for me, but geez, I would like to see my family.

Five minutes should be enough. 🤣 they’re teens!

I know this sounds like exactly the opposite of what I just said, but it isn’t. Those times I am awake, I am pushing myself just a bit to accomplish things. Blogging, putting on makeup, organizing this or that. At least when I’m sleeping I don’t feel like I’m not accomplishing anything, either. I’m trying to be awake between 6 am and noon, at least. It seems to be my best time, and I am happy I’m getting a few small things done.

Life. Still good. Bitchy as hell, but I have some great companions! 😁

Inconvenient Sleep Habits

In the first place, my body is being a big jerk. It won’t let giphy15me sleep at any time there is another person in this house asleep.  On top of that, I’ve caught my daughter’s cold. Which isn’t a horrible one, it’s just that I’m a terrible wimp when it comes to having a sore throat. I find that pretty funny, actually.  I am also suffering with yeast infections for some reason. I am having incredibly awful pelvic and back pain. If it’s not gone by morning, I’m actually going in somewhere. It’s incredible. I don’t know what is causing this. I was having terrible problems for almost eight months about two years ago. I had fungal infections all along the inside of my thighs and my under my breasts. My pharmacist recommended cranberry tablets. It was funny how I discovered this. My husband is in charge of all my medicine. He had asked the pharmacist about this problem and received this answer. I had been taking them for a while before I noticed. When I asked about them, I received an explanation, which I denounced as hogwash. Husband asked if the thrush had cleared up, to which I had to admit, yes it had. Unfortunately, I have been not so great at taking my pills, as I sleep at odd hours, missing some. I need to pay attention, get back on track.

Although, that is difficult when you’re curled in a ball whimpering.

I’ve found that around midnight, I usually start crying. It doesn’t last long, usually less than 30 seconds. I’ve never gone longer than 3 minutes. But I have had a few minutes to myself to be scared and break down before I put my face back on. The everything will be ok, face. Or maybe I sob out of self pity. I have some of those, too, I’m certain.

I can’t deny I’m stressed. My mother needs support and I can’t offer it to her. I’m likely the only one, besides her sister, she has. My husband is too overworked to give me the support I need. I ask for things, 10 minutes of his time, and it’s to the point where this is becoming problematic to schedule. Tonight, I wanted help with two rather unimportant things, I waited until bedtime at 9:00, but almost didn’t accomplish them because of all the distractions etc. He keeps telling me he answered me when he didn’t. It’s so frustrating. I know it’s not my memory, either. Sigh. 11:00. We need a better strategy.

Trouble with midnight painsomnia is I can’t vape or watch TV 🤣. Our sofa is not a place to banish people to. I can’t make it downstairs on my own, either.

I’ve been cleaning out drawers. Nesting. It’s my favourite thing to do. It’s been hard work, but I always feel better afterward.

Can I ask a question of my friends who are on the Autism Spectrum? How offensive is the term Aspie? Or Aspy? Here’s why: I have so much to talk about with my family, with three of them being on the spectrum. Daughter, diagnosed Aspergers, husband not diagnosed, but clearly on the spectrum, and my son will be diagnosed when he returns to school. I have so much to share about parenting and what living with these folks is like, I was thinking of…ugh, a third blog. Ugh. I know. But the name Three Aspies and a Zebra sounded good to me, I just didn’t want to be offensive. Open to any good name suggestions! Speaking to the blog, for example, my kids have no idea when people are joking. My daughter went to the CNE, I asked her to buy me some donuts, which are off my FODMAP plan. She’s 15, btw. She started crying because she didn’t know if I was kidding, and if she should really do it because they might hurt me, and she didn’t want to be responsible for me getting sick. She’s so sweet! 💜

My husband is snoring sweetly beside me. I want to whack him with a pillow. Nah, I know that if the kids stir or if I call out, he will be up. His beloved aquarium was acting up earlier, so he’s annoyed. He gives time to the kids, and I can’t begrudge my own kids and his source of income, as he was finishing a course for work, too.

I just can’t stop needing what I need or feeling what I feel. Here come the tears. Must be midnight. Exactly.

Ah, going to go find some cat memes. I always get melancholy when I’m sick. Boo.

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