Letting Go

 

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I’m likely having a flare-up. At least I assume that’s what is going on. My brains are currently pretty scrambled. The pain is pretty intense at the moment, and the pain medication is taking the edge off, but not much more. I continue to take it, don’t want to deal with withdrawal or anything, but it doesn’t really make much of a difference.

Sorry, bit of a pause there, my husband came upstairs after his weekly call with his parents to check on me, and I got some medication and rub. That was nice. I’m slightly more comfortable, but not too much. At least my neck feels not quite as sharp.

Husband and I had quite a row yesterday. No. Wait. I had a tantrum. That’s better. I’m not doing well with accepting that I need as much help as I do. He is a bit overwhelmed with his own duties and obligations and didn’t see that I had not eaten and had missed my medications too long. Yesterday morning I was trying to take my morning pills, but I kept dozing off from pain and sleepiness. I’m usually pretty vocal about my needs, so he doesn’t always babysit me. It blew over quickly, though. We spoke honestly with the kids about how we did things badly. But this was the outcome. I spoke about my trouble accepting help, but I really need it right now. It wasn’t positive, but I think we moved on in a positive way.

So that help thing. We don’t have any help in the community at all. Besides professionals, we just don’t have anyone we can rely on. It’s just the four of us. As I’ve mentioned, our kids have learning disabilities. Our daughter, Aspergers, our son, a processing disorder.  Both of them are in counselling and support twice a week, and have severe anxiety issues. I feel really awful asking for anything from my husband! Although he gives so freely!

Anyway, I realize I just need to trust he will tell me when he has had enough. I have gone two weeks without a proper bath and I just need to suck it up and do it at midnight if we must. Despite our daughter, newly minted 16, shushing us for being too loud at 8:30 last night, Saturday. We are a party crowd.

The luxury of sitting up has been whittled to a few minutes at a time. The nausea and back pain is ever present. I realize now I must let go of a lot of things I may have wanted for myself coming up. I really need to focus on myself right now. This is not something that comes easily to me. Sure, I can do face masks and things, but to really rest without distraction is tough.

I need to let go of worrying about what people think about me. So much of my life I was taught that other people’s opinions were paramount, and it is my duty to micromanage those opinions. No wonder I’m so tired! There are certainly a lot of people who dislike me, I think more than the average person, but I need to just stop trying to dissect what is wrong with me and live my life. I need to chalk it up to being a psycho magnet, as we used to call it back in the day, I know I am very naieve and have made some very bad choices in friendship, and I know a few enemies were made due to people ascribing me stories or characteristics which don’t belong to me at all. Many along the way seem to have this idea I’ve lived a perfect life. I’m some rich kid. Ha! Bizarre. Anyway, I really do need to stop looking back at my life from others’ perspective because it doesn’t serve any purpose, but damn, it’s fascinating.

I need  to accept help. I need to stop with the caretaking. Do you know I was actually thinking of posting on Facebook that it would be okay to unfriend me, it wouldn’t hurt my feelings? I mean, people are kind of acting like I run around and punch them in my sleep, or make horrific posts…wait, I should go check that. I won’t share my health updates. I guess. Maybe. I dunno. I’m just back using it again.

I’m thinking I may play with makeup lying down one day. We shall see how that goes.

My son came into my bed this morning after my husband got up at 6. It was lovely. He had me so relaxed just by wrapping himself in his blanket beside me, putting his face close to mine, and stroking my cheek – I fell asleep! I love that boy! (My girl just as much!)

Ok, perhaps a warm bath would be good. I don’t know. I’m still so uncomfortable. It’s not quite sharp pain, I feel like I’m being squeezed by a boa constrictor. From my cheekbones to my hips. I need to relax, but I don’t know how. God, I think I may have to go to the hospital if this doesn’t let up somehow, or I find something that helps. I’m at least calling the doc tomorrow. Or having my husband do it. Ugh, having indigestion does not help.

Oh, sitting up feels so much better.

I will keep you posted.

 

Revelations

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I’ve written so many editions of this blog where I have been feeling low, it is great to be feeling good for a change.

I have settled into a comfortable routine. I am up at 6 am, available for the kids as they get ready for school. I putter around until around noon. I am in bed, but I fold the blankets and put them aside so I can move around. I lie down as I need to, sometimes it’s ten minutes here and there, sometimes it’s a whole hour at a time. Between six and nine, I am definitely available for my kids, and they talk to me a lot! Once they are into their day, I am more relaxed.

After my afternoon medicine, I nap. Sometimes it’s right until 6:00 pm.  I am around for my family from when I get up (today it was 4:30) until the kids go to bed, usually by 9:00 (their choice) and then my husband and I hang out until the Sleep Monster comes for us. 10?

So, that takes care of getting enough sleep.

Other things I am focusing on:

  • Getting proper nutrition
  • I’ve been making sure I eat good food and don’t worry about weight gain
  •  Focusing on positive shows and experiences
  • Because I am stuck watching tv so much, I focus on more positive shows and not negative ones
  • Lowering stress
  • I have found some good apps to help me keep track of things, and I’m learning not to overload myself
  • Enjoying hobbies
  • Playing with makeup and crappy crafts are more important than they appear. They really help me relax. Organizing things is my kind of fun. 

So far, the results have been good. I am no longer constantly berating myself for not accomplishing more, and I’m having fun!  I still have body pain, yet it is discernable from my mood. In other words, I can be happy and in a good mood and have an aching back, and it’s been a long time since I could say that.