Misery Inventory 😭

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It actually started last night. I did my makeup for a friend’s birthday, (once again, just ask) and I was just tuckered. I fell asleep at 5? And asked husband to wake me at 8-ish. He claims he couldn’t wake me. This could be true, as once I was in hospital, and the doctor actually picked me up and shook me, I could feel her do that, I felt myself trying to wake up, but I couldn’t. So I sleep deeply. I have CPAP, don’t worry.

So I woke up this morning, just barely, and my head hurrrrrts. My neck is just aching. I can’t follow a thing. I’ve tried four documentaries and they make no sense. I have to write everything down or it’s gone. I did buy a bunch of journals over the weekend this was so much fun, though.

My stomach is killing me too, though. I have heartburn, unusual. I’m so careful, and have been not cheating. I guess the chips are out. Lightly salted, too spicy. 😐 I am so very nauseated and yet am hungry. Plus my stomach hurts. Just the actual physical area of my stomach hurts. I was wearing a bralettes and it hurt, so I had to take it off. Another day where I can’t wear clothes, they are too much pressure. Physical pressure. My nightgowns are too close around my throat, though I know they aren’t. Any seam hurts. My fuzzy blanket is all I can handle. We’ve had honest discussions with the kids why mommy doesn’t wear clothes sometimes, and why that is a problem in society and we have to give her privacy.

Anyway, my stomach is acting up, but I did have a BM today, which is fantastic! 😀 I used to have to have shots that would reverse the opioids I was on so I could go. It was not a fun time.

But in addition to this, I’m having endometriosis-related cramps, and I can’t figure out why. I don’t know if my body is adjusting to the weight loss, which seems to be stable for now, around 195. Everything hurts for now, and I can never remember what I’m supposed to do.

I finally got it straight with husband. I’m supposed to take marijuana oil and then vape, but I don’t have the strength to vape. I don’t know if I’m just being lazy? Oh, hell no. I am not a lazy person. I really can’t. I don’t think it will do what I need it to do for my neck, anyway. I would really love a bath, but I can’t muster myself to get in there.

The kids are well amused. Daughter is downstairs doing whatever it is she does, and boy is playing the new Nintendo Switch we bought for Husband’s birthday next month. We thought we should get it early and have some time to play it. It arrived Friday, so the boys rushed through their chores, and husband and I had a long discussion about whether he really did ask me to order Zelda or not. I swear he didn’t. I am clear as day on this, but is it just my memory? But I would have no memory of the incident altogether, right? And he forgets to give me the phone every morning so I have to go crawl for it and hurt myself.

So, husband is calling the hospital every couple of days with no response. This is what you get with top doctors. Arrogance.

I have a ton of shopping due to arrive today. At least that should distract. And once I get that bath!

Growing Old Together

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Yesterday turned out to be quite hellacious for me, pain-wise. We’ve been having a lot of rain and intense storms, as has much of North America, I think? I’m very sorry, I can barely concentrate on what goes on in this room. It’s supposed to be a mixed bag this summer, from what I understand. Hot, cold, rainy, all over the place.

Back to yesterday, my treatment is coming up either Tuesday or the Tuesday after, my husband isn’t certain. Which means the last injections are wearing off a bit, it doesn’t always happen, but usually. My bet is on this Tuesday, since the low-level headache started on Sunday of last week. It’s usually the first sign my treatment is coming up. It’s not that bad, it’s like a mosquito buzzing, annoying, but livable.

Where were we? Yesterday. Thunderstorms were gathering all day, and I could feel that tension in the back of my head. It was not at all pleasant, and began to creep down my neck. It felt like I had something out-of-place and it was pressing? It hurt so much.

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We chatted for a bit, snuggling, and he tried to boop my nose, but missed by half an inch. He’s had problems with glaucoma, surgery last November. He closed his eye and tried for the boop again. He got it! It’s sobering to realize how much vision he’s lost, but we did have a laugh. We are quite the pair. For a good few minutes last night, our bedroom sounded like “oof” “ow” “ouch” “aaagh” “dang” “crud” “ugh” “ow”! How romantic! 😄

We did get some kissy-face in, nice in a thunderstorm. But it’s tough to be all romantic with your partner when your neck is stiff and your hands lock up into mannequin hands.

This was strange, because it’s never been this bad before. I do have problems with my hands. They get stiff and sore, and I haven’t been bracing them. I also haven’t been resting them as much as I should, doing all this typing. I have been feeling the stiffness quite a lot lately. I guess last night, with the rain and thunderstorm starting at 3:00 in the afternoon, just when the kids get out from school, naturally, and raining off and on until after midnight had something to do with it.

Of course, my daughter did not wear her new rain jacket and came home drenched, but my son did wear his! Bravo!

Of course my husband was amused by my predicament, and I pretended to run my mannequin hands through his hair. There was no point in doing movie banter, he hasn’t seen any movies. I pretended to run my mannequin hands over his face, and they were fairly numb at this point, and he was laughing so hard I was afraid we’d wake the kids. Besides, my stomach was hurting.

So he went to sleep, and I stayed up listening to the storm for a while longer while trying to relax. I wanted to see if relaxation would help whatever was wrong with my neck. Finally, I decided sleep was a better choice, and bailed.

This morning finds my neck much more flexible with little pain, but you can feel a background warning. I will keep the Voltaren handy! And ensure I keep relaxed. Deep breaths. I should check the weather…

Have a fantastic day Zebra friends! 😘

 

Disability Stories – My Mother-in-Law

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Let me preface this by saying I know my Mother-in-law isn’t truly evil. She just doesn’t think things through before expressing herself some  all the time. My husband had a fairly revelatory discussion with her the other day (Sunday, actually, beginning at 8:30) where we discovered she often thinks she’s being funny! Imagine!

My Mother-in-law is older than I think of most moms, in that she’s in her mid eighties. Her husband is nine years younger, and quite a hunk! Portends well for my husband’s aging process! Not only is my Father-in-law handsome, he is sweet as spun sugar. 💙

Now my Mother-in-law, I do believe, generally has the best of intentions, generally. I first met her after the breakup of our mutual relationships and when now-husband and I had just finished the ‘should we or shouldn’t we?’ dance. I think everyone knew this relationship was significant.  She served dinner on warmed plates, so fancy. She was trying so hard. It was sweet. It was my first trip to the Danforth. On Logan Avenue. Gorgeous neighbourhood. I’ve lived in Toronto twenty-five years, I’ve been on the east side maybe fifty times. Anyway, they were lovely. She ran around before I arrived removing photos of his ex-girlfriend. It had only been three or four months. They had been living together. They bought a house. (Oh, that really makes me sound like a home wrecker, but on reflection I do believe we were set up. It took me years to realize).

Things went well. July of 1999 husband and I moved into the top two floors of a house off of St Clair West near Oakwood. At this point I was dealing with just Endometriosis…except my thyroid started acting up shortly after we moved in together. I went from 190 lbs to 220 lbs in 5 weeks. Then another 20 lbs came on over the summer. By October of 1999 I was 240 lbs. Thyroid medication was the only thing that stopped the gain. We have no idea what happened.

Prior to this, my now-husband had drifted away from his family. Because of me being such a lovey-dovey nosy person who doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone, I declared this ‘strange’ (I was 29 and stupid) and encouraged him to get in touch with his perfectly lovely seeming family! His ex-girlfriend was much like my ex-husband. Very artistic, loves to be centre of attention, not really good with details. Which means both of our houses looked like trash heaps unless he at his or I at mine did something about it.

This is the scenario when I, a former go-getter have my first child, which was actually a fairly traumatic birth, involving a c-section, yanking, tugging, more yanking, THE DOCTOR GETTING ON THE TABLE AND STRADDLING ME, and finally her birth. Still no idea about my EDS diagnosis at the time. After this, I have a year off, nine months of which is pretty good, and the pain returns with a vengeance. (Things are hazy about this time, two young kids, pain, migraines, under medicated). I got my daughter into daycare and tried to go back to work, but I couldn’t.  I had my daughter in daycare in February, and by October I was pregnant. It was the only time I felt okay. He was born in June of 04. I had to put him into daycare as soon as I could. He was too active and my pain returned too quickly. Yet as soon as she heard about my pregnancy, my sister-in-law asked me “why would you get pregnant again when you can’t look after the baby you have?” I was gobsmacked. I muttered something like accidents happen, although he was no accident whatsoever. I assume she was referring to our decision to keep our daughter in daycare while I was not working. Not that it’s anyone’s business, but she really enjoyed daycare, and it was good for her. Plus, what’s wrong with her Dad? Is he a potato all of a sudden?

After both kids were here, both c-sections (where I actually got online V-bac counselling from Michelle Duggar, who was on baby 7?, hand to God!)  I was in a lot of pain. Here is where my Mother-in-law comes to my rescue? No…here is where my Mother-in-law sees I am not working. Probably assumes I have no income.* Sees I am slacking off on my household chores (My husband has this terrible habit when he is talking on the phone of saying “I’m doing the laundry” even if it is I who was doing the laundry.) And starts encouraging my husband to take the children and find a new wife. He is certainly young and good-looking enough, she assures him. (Why would he tell me this? My husband has Aspergers, it probably didn’t even occur to him I would see this as anything but ridiculous. He is incredibly sensitive, and has grown so much, 15 years ago he was a bit green, and we had babies).

To complicate things, husband decided to take our co-sleeping sprogs to sleep in the other room so I could deal with this chronic pain that was cropping up. Only he didn’t say that. He just left. I was sure it was because I was revolting. Or, he had the children he really wanted. He could go off happily now. My DNA is so Oooh speshul.  Haha! I was so crazy partly,

I had been prescribed opioids by my GP for pain. Whee! No not Whee! Like high. Actually, I was joking with a friend who has something… that lung thing… we’d be ‘lucky’ enough to be roofed at a club, I can see it. Picture it: *Hmmm, I’m actually not feeling too bad right now!* Lol! Back to the story: Hydrocodone, I think? Anyway, it was fine, I took my dose just fine, every four hours on the dot. HOWEVER patients with EDS tend to metabolize medication faster than the general population, and I am one of them. I am done with a 4 hour medication at 3 hours. Cold medication, pain medication, everything. So for almost a year, I found out fairly recently, I was spending that hour essentially going through withdrawal, how many times a day? That must have been the worst time of my life. No, I honestly can’t think of a worse time. Should there be an equation for this? My time with my ex was awful but it was extended, this was concentrated awful.

I know my husband stuck up for me to his mother, but she just wasn’t having it. I think it bothered me so much because I sort of agreed with her. Things got so much better when I got to a proper pain clinic and on to long-acting pain medication. Then life started turning around. We had a housekeeper for ages, but he could only do so much. Our kids have Autism, our daughter needs to see everything, she spreads her stuff all over the living room.

Hmmm. This was supposed to be about my Mother-in-law, and I guess it was, but it was a bit more winding than intended. 😄

I will have to follow-up with part 2, with some quips.

 

Have a good day, Zebras 😘

 

 

*My in laws’ 50th was last year, and my husband and I paid for the party, and his brother and wife bought them something amazing or something, they have exceptional taste, anyway, remember now, my husband and I have been married – it’s our 16th anniversary in October. Because my husband and I work for banks, we have TONS of accounts. Also because I’m stuck in bed, my husband has a private account his cheque goes into, then he transfers it to wherever, I don’t follow how it works. But he needed an account and couldn’t wait for me to feel well enough to get to the bank. Well, when he paid or reimbursed his Dad for party expenses, he wrote a cheque on his private account, not thinking of the optics. Well, he’s received two or three thank you cards and gifts, but they don’t mention me or the kids. I don’t know if I should bring my bank statements showing my pension and my disability payments, leave them lying around? Nah, they’d probably match up the account numbers. Ouch.

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! 😘

O-Vary Nice to See You!

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Today has already started out scarily awful. This was a long weekend in Canada. Our washing machine broke. It did only cost $250 to fix. I didn’t get my sheets changed. Our kids do theirs each week. I couldn’t move.

My two kids, who both have Autism, have been struggling with anxiety this past month. My daughter (15) has been sick off and on and struggled to make it to school other days, just the past two months. My husband has been walking her to school last week.

My son, 13 in 2 weeks, has struggled since February, maybe longer, so my husband walked him to school for two weeks, then met him at school for two weeks, and today was the day he was going to let our boy fly free!

Except the girl was struggling. So he was going to hang around the neighborhood, visiting various Starbucks until our children were ensconced in school.

Only the boy woke up still with that cold he had all long weekend. He’s missed so much school we have to send him unless he is actively vomiting or has a fever, the Principal will dismiss him.

My husband came to talk to me about the chaos when pain exploded in the right side of my abdomen. I began screaming. 30 seconds or a minute passed. The pain abated. The screaming turned into a moan. Husband continued his sentence as he crossed the room and grabbed my pill case. He handed my my breakthrough meds and said “ovarian cyst, take one every hour until you’re comfortable. Stop at 3. Vape when you need to. Rest.” He then popped the pill in my mouth as if he were offering me communion and held my water bottle to my lips. I lay back and waited for some pain relief.

Because the kids were not to know their dad was lurking in the neighborhood, he left at his usual time of 7:00. The kids continued on and I tried to keep comfortable. Around 7:30 I started to vape, as the kids were ready to go, they just needed to leave.

The boy finally left around 8:05, a bit late, but made his way to school.

The girl was supposed to leave at 8:20, but we hadn’t heard anything by 8:30, there’d been a problem. My daughter comes running up the stairs with the doorknob in her hand! The thing broke! We are actually in the process of replacing all our doors, too! She is in a panic because she can’t fix it, and she can’t just leave it, because she’s afraid I will get hurt. So I have to shine the dad-signal.

Dad comes running, of course. Daughter wasn’t happy, but he fixed the door. He walked her to school.

Does it end there? No…

My son is now home. They sent him home because of that cold, but he did get homework. My daughter is not able to stay at school, but she made it, so she’ll be back soon. I’m pretty sure she will be upset for not reaching her goals, so I am bracing for a day. But she could be fine.

I am two weeks away from my Botox treatment shots. The old ones are wearing off. I have excruciating back pain, my neck hurts, my head hurts, all my muscles hurt, I have abdominal menstrual-like cramps. I want a bath but I can’t move.

Two days after that I see my doctor again but we can talk about my head!

Have a fun day, fellow Zebras! 😘 I’m going to be relaxing.

 

Finding Joy

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My pain is feeling better. My breakthrough pain is subsiding. I feel it’s under control, but still a hair-trigger trap. I am taking my breakthrough meds. It sounds like a children’s book.  “She takes her breakthrough meds for her breakthrough pain, in her breakthrough house…😀”

My son came home from his school trip last night. He wouldn’t even speak to me. He wouldn’t come near me. He was exhausted.  He hadn’t slept the whole trip. This morning he revealed he had a panic attack on the bus coming home.  After 3 days of poor sleep it isn’t surprising. I hope they weren’t too cruel, however grade 7 boys… he won’t say.

wp-1488055003514.jpgI had a good chat with my sister. I love it when she’s able to chat. Shes teaching English in Beijing.  I was whining about my flare-up and she, in the spirit of those who are oh, so well-meaning but not helpful, suggested I try hot water, trying to be funny. She suggested I drink it until I was dead. It struck me so funny. She always cheers me up. She sent me the cutest video of her dancing with one of her students! It was the cutest!

 

Let me share other places I find joy!

Beauty and self-care:

Don’t automatically knock this. There is a lot to be said for putting some effort into your routine if you’re feeling up to it one day. I don’t necessarily mean every day, if it’s not your thing. But if you enjoy it, put on makeup,  pull your hair back if you can’t do both in one day. Take some photos. Remind yourself you can look average. Do a mask. If your products are too precious, see if you have the spoons one day to make it into a Sephora or another store for a makeover, or if a friend will come over and help. Guys, too, can benefit from a mask, brow trim, and foot mask.

Box subscriptions:

There is a cost associated with this, but if you can ask for one for a gift, you may be on to something. Things like Topbox in Canada can be had for $12 per month, so shop around for your favourite things and see if there is something you can take advantage of. 

There are more than just Beauty boxes out there. There is everything from beer to razor clubs to monthly menstrual clubs. My advice is to find a regional subscription box blogger and go from there. Two I like are @pinkaboutboxes on Instagram and @girlmeetsbox also on Instagram.

Product Review Clubs:

I am a member of Influenster.ca and Chickadviser.ca. They provide samples of products to be reviewed. Influenster is very hit and miss, Chickadviser.ca you can sign up for your products, although they sometimes send you things you don’t sign up for. It’s always stuff you use anyway, like shampoo, so its not like I have to go out and try to use a chainsaw! 😃 Product Review clubs only send out products a few times per year, so it’s not a large commitment. Influenster sometimes has you post to Instagram, it’s a little more involved, but lots of lead time.

Not only does this give you a bit of a hobby if you want one, but it gets stuff for free, too. A bit of digging can show the amazing plethora of items available. Many beauty products, but that isn’t all – Chickadviser.ca has plenty of calls for other items I’m not qualified for because of my eating plan. See what is available in your area.

Blogging:

By now you’ve figured out that I blog here. 😄  I also blog http://www.squidgesbeautyhaul.wordpress.com about my Beauty purchases and collections. Is there something you collect? Are obsessed with? Maybe you should blog about it.

Instagram

I’m also on Instagram @squidgeaboo with my Beauty collection . It’s fun. I do it from bed. I take pictures of my old stuff and my new acquisitions. What could you show off in photographs? Yes, a daily photo of your cat would be a hit. It’s the internet!

Guilty Pleasures

I will share this with you as long as you promise to stay friends with me. I will reveal my most disgusting guilty pleasure. Okay? Ready? I read Teen Mom gossip. I don’t watch the show, but I can’t not know what that Farrah Abraham gets up to! I’m so ashamed!

I suggest you develop some guilty pleasures of your own. I was going to check and see when the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills was on because Lisa Rinna is such a train wreck (I don’t know her Irl personality, but I hear it’s less bizarre) and they are starting a Toronto one, but I think it may be detrimental, all that yelling and backbiting. I’ll think on this one.

Good TV

Good positive uplifting TV shows

  • Who Line is it Anyway?zd2spvi4vbleo
  • Bob’s Burgers
  • Mrs. Browns Boys
  • The Simpsons
  • Friends reruns
  • Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt
  • The IT Crowd
  • Last Week Tonight
  • Vicar of Dibley
  • Parks and Recreation

 

Internet Surfing:

When I find I am just in the mood to surf the Web and not really to interface, there are a couple of things I do.

  • Shop. That’s pretty self-explanatory.
  • Play on Kickstarter, this is new to me. I had not realized the fun one can have, and the creative items being made here. Do not miss this.
  • One of a Kind Craft Show: This is a quarterly show in Ontario, filled with artists. They have a website, I can peruse them for hours.
  • eBay poking around: I will often play on eBay for hours, looking for old toys I once had, evaluating some of my treasures, looking for weird stuff.
  • Cracked.com: goodness. If you go here, have someone check on you. You will get lost. Fascinating articles, one leads to another.

 

There are some of the ways I ensure I have joy in my life? What do you do to make sure there is joy in your life?

Stay joyful, my zebra friends! 😘

 

 

 

 

 

Friends!

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Yay! I have friends! I’m even wearing people clothes!

This past week has been a nightmare. That flu bug wiped me right out, and I am still feeling weak. Yet I am recovering faster than I have from other viruses, so I will take this! My daughter is still battling, she had to stay home from school, her headache was too intense.

My son is out for his first overnight trip! He’s out with the school. He has been bouncing off the walls all weekend. This will be so great for instilling his confidence. He’s a great kid. I’m just having trouble seeing my babies grow up. I had some insomnia over the weekend. I was the same way when his sister went.

If there is any confusion between the My/Our pronouns with the kids, there are just two kids, sometimes I remember to share credit, and sometimes I don’t. 😁

My good friend called me this morning, and we had a great chat, until I had to go, I suddenly started to feel awful again. But I had a nap, and if my surrogate little sister wasn’t coming to visit, I would probably still be napping!

My surrogate little sister is a good friend of my actual sister, and used to live with my family when she was a teen. I’m 14 years older than my sister, so I was long gone, but she’s an important part of the family. I haven’t seen her in at least ten years. She’s going to be surprised when she gets let in by my 5’9″ daughter who was knee-high last visit. 😅

I had to cancel my doctor’s appointment tomorrow at 1:00. I’m so annoyed. My husband can’t take me there, because he has to ‘work’ what kind of stupid excuse…( totally kidding ) No, he has to work, and the boss is out or something, and I can’t get there on my own because I’m so sore and weak right now. I have this awful pain in my abdomen that hurts when I sit up straight for more than a couple of minutes. Sometimes it twinges right away. I can’t seem to determine if it’s gynecological or gastrointestinal. We chased the gynecological theory for years, but my gastroenterologist was so dismissive and, frankly, rude, I’m not excited to try again. I mean, on FODMAP my inflammation issue is down, but the two spots of searing pain in my gut and my right lower abdomen are still present. The nausea has not gone away.

My friend has come and gone. We had such fun, and such a good chat. She lives an hour away, and is so kind to come visit me! She’s seeing her actual sister today, but had an extra couple of hours. I think we killed that and then some! Such good fun! I showed her part of my makeup collection. Silly bunny came to visit all made up! Who does that? I’ve actually resorted to storing my makeup in tubs. It’s just easier.

I love visiting, but I don’t love how tired it makes me, or how exhausted I get so quickly. I’m too young for this! I demand a recount!

We’ve made plans for next month. Visiting Bite Lip Lab, North America’s biggest Sephora is in Toronto, and lots more chatting. I have to rest up! Two venues? That is a tall order. I am excited to try!

It’s really nice being dressed. I feel so accomplished.

I haven’t been vaping the past few days, just using the marijuana oil at night. I’ve been worried about the vaping affecting my eye swelling flu thing, and been too nauseated to try, anyway. I’m hoping the pain in my back is ramping up only because of this, and not for some other fun reason. It is the most likely, however, hoof beats and all…

Hope my zebra pals had a peaceful day! 😘