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.  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.  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!

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.

💜

 

Current Mood: Exasperated

Over the weekend, I managed to get a lot of rest in and my abdominal pain is resolving. This makes me question the cyst

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Current Mood in Action

theory, although, I did have a major bout of nausea last night, which is what I was looking for. It just sseems very short. These used to last a week or so, and this was a good two to three days shorter. Now, I haven’t had one in a few years. I am getting older, that may be a factor. My Mom was 11 years older before menopause really started, she said, so I guess it’s time for peri-menopause at the least. I should likely have my hormones checked. I’m interested in what my thyroid is doing. I’m pretty sure my GP has his eye on it. This is the major problem with having illnesses. Routine, important maintenance gets pushed to the side, often with the assumption ‘someone else’ is looking after it. I have so many things I’m chasing right now it isn’t funny!

 

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Not all, of course! Ha!

Anyway, my ovary whatever seems to have resolved itself, so I’m not being attacked from the inside, but my abdominal muscles, the whole of my abdomen feels like it was removed. Remember that doll, Skipper, that was pregnant? You could take her abdomen off? That part is burning fiercely.

It feels like someone has taken a blowtorch and actually removed that part of my stomach. I have no idea why. The surgeries I’ve had in the area are gallbladder and appendix, are they enough to cause that pain? Oh and two c-sections.

Once again, I’m back to eight days from my shots. Botox for migraines and EDS. So my back is aching. My low level

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Chris O’Dowd looks so much like my husband. Back in the day. He’s neater now. 😄

headache is ramping up, and my neck is really sore. I’m back to the nausea and headache and dizziness problems I had before. When I was in so much pain and couldn’t move, I wasn’t thinking about how ill I felt. Now that I’m on less medication and am upright and have peeled away a layer of pain I can feel it. The problem is, it’s not bad enough to be debilitating,  but it sure is bad enough to make me grouchy. I’m trying to be kind, but I don’t like myself on days like this. 😦 I’m watching some comedy and staying isolated to try to help.

Almost there!

It’s supposed to rain off and on this week, and that never helps. I’m going to play with some Maybelline makeup  #igotitfree through @chickadvisor. Pretty awesome. Then, a nap!

I am not going to have the strength to talk to people I think. I won’t be able to censor myself. I snapped at my son yesterday for no reason. It’s not fair. I’m too worn out. I’m trying to catch up on blogs, but it’s all I can do to press like sometimes. I don’t get there, some days.

No, wait. I did have a reason to snap at my son. But it still wasnt fair. I asked him not to come into my area while I was trying to fix a problem and he did anyway because he is autistic, and I am in pain but trying anyway. I made a mistake and apologized. He made a mistake and apologized. Better.

Okay. Need to conserve spoons.

Stay strong, Zebra pals! 😘