Sorry, I’m Late… Too Mellow…

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I know I said I would be back yesterday, but I have been dealing with a flare-up and have been sleeping up to 18 hours a day. If I am not sleeping,  I just lie there, curled in a ball. My husband tries to wake me, but he can’t when he gets home. Consequently, I haven’t had a bath in two weeks. A proper one, anyway. I’ve been washing in the sink. And using wipes. To think that is all some people can do! Today I will bathe properly!

I’ve finally smartened up and am taking the full course of meds available to me. I don’t care how loopy I get. I’ve asked my husband to force my medicine into me, not just try to wake me.  The distinction is important.

The reason I can’t bathe is I am not comfortable without my husband being here to get me out of the tub. I have fallen a couple of times, and the kids aren’t equipped to help if I am unstable at all. I keep thinking I will do it tonight, but then… oh well. My teens smell worse.

I have spent the last two weeks really regenerating. I did a lot of good things, some stupid. First thing I did was end my Beauty Blog.  That was a tough, but obvious decision. I just can’t keep up with the deadlines I put on for myself. I can’t even scroll through Instagram right now! So, once I ended that, at least the guilt and pressure was off. You can keep up with me on Instagram, which I do update regularly @squidgeaboo. If I am ever strong enough, I would love to do the Beauty Blog again, but I think things would look different. It would depend on my health at the time, of course.

Next, I deleted Facebook Messenger. I think that was a mistake, one I will rectify once I am done this post, but it made sense when combined with my original plan. I was going to originally delete Facebook entirely, but then I remembered how useful it is as a sign-on device. I then decided to delete all my friends. Remember, I was pretty close to total mental collapse, here! Or emotional. As I started deleting, there were some I just couldn’t. (Now, I had added a ton of people after the US elections last year. I was hoping to become more engaged, but it didn’t work well. I made some wonderful friends, so it wasn’t a loss. However, there were many people I didn’t engage with and didn’t recognize.) I know there are good people who got caught up in my zeal, and some in my clumsy fingers, and even a few in my original mandate! I had intended to go back and do a second wave later, but looking at my new feed, I could see all my old friends. I could chat with people I remembered. They were there all along.

Perhaps Facebook enagement is what I need. Perhaps that is what I can handle. I do hope people can forgive me. Although I don’t know if I should draw attention to my boneheadedness and apologize or just do better from here on in.

I’m still playing with makeup when I can. The exhaustion doesn’t help, but it’s important to stay flexible and keep my fingers working with dexterity. Crochet is out, so makeup is in. I asked my husband for a couple of craft supplies and he spent hundreds of dollars on duck tape, the fancy kind, and glue, papers, mats, exacto knives, etc. I’m in heaven! Don’t worry, I promise not to sell you any crappy crafts! 😂

The other project I am working on is organizing my house. Well, everything I can reach. The other three members of my family have executive function issues, meaning they aren’t great at the higher levels of care, such as throwing out empty bottles of shampoo, etc. Being organized means everything is in a pile. I have been out of commission for ages, so it’s time to organize and dispose of everything we don’t need. It is going to take ages, as I can only do a bit at a time. The rest of the time, I stare at whatever is on TV. I sat through an Extreme Couponing Marathon. Fascinating. My brain can’t comprehend anything complicated. Just staring at the pretty pictures!

Anyway, organizing! Started with the bathroom… now for my too-big clothes! But the socks go first! Anything uncomfortable…gone! How many pair do I need? 😂 Maximum 5. If I go out 7 days in a row, I can either wear fuzzy bed socks or my worn ones twice…

P.S. I should note that my husband has done an excellent job of things over the years: Our house is not exactly a craphole, except for the fact that our kids spread out everything they own in order to see it. He hasn’t gotten rid of some of the other stuff, though, like the shampoo I didn’t like, or the razors I don’t use anymore, or weed out the facecloths that are paper thin. He does think we need new bath towels! He’s taken all my clothes that don’t fit to the basement. I want them gone. That sort of thing. Big Purge. 😈

In Pain and Grouchy.

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All right. I’m done. I am bloody well ready to shut it down and move to the furthest edges of where Sephora delivers. I’m over this friendship business. It’s overrated.

I had a person ask me to join a group she started, because it was a mutual interest, so I did. The members seem to devote a lot of time to this group, and it happened around the time all my major nonsense started this year. I haven’t posted much to the group, nor to this person much, except to explain my situation. She deleted me today, as a friend! (Yes, I have spyware) Now, I don’t hate her or think she’s a bitch or anything, but I think it’s pretty much a pattern of how abled-disabled friendships go. Tons of assumptions are made, three months go by, well – they must be feeling better by now! They must not be interested. Where do three months go? It took me four months to see my regular pain management doctor! So much can be solved by talking. But when you have an invisible illness, who has the spoons? How hard is it to check Facebook, really? You’d be surprised.

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This is a pretty nice picture. Notice my top from Old Navy with the Zebra print. This makeup took over three hours to accomplish. I had to keep lying down to quell the nausea and pressure in my head, increasing my headache. I also was dealing with a broken crown because my medical examination last week was so painful, I grit my teeth in pain, and… well. We do need to wait until after my Botox treatment shots tomorrow, because I get lidocaine and Botox in my jaw and it helps a lot. If I need to sit with my mouth open while they tinker, it just makes sense. I mean, my jaw aches, but it’s only really bad when I bite wrong. So, we don’t need to wait, but it makes sense. In this photo I have that headache, rapping the back of my head, jaw pain, my hands are achy from fumbling for stuff, shoulders are cranky, they don’t like holding cameras, and my abdomen/hip on the right side is doing that “you really could lie down you know, sure it bunches up your neck, but so what?” But I’m still trying to look cute and show off my makeup, because this is the Internet. Everyone has a perfect life here!

Why do I do it then? Because otherwise I just lie here bored. Some days that’s all I can do. Some days I need to get my family in order. Things take a lot longer than before. My memory is bad. It must be the pain. My neck hurts so much. I can barely keep track of what I’m doing.

I have been buying tons of makeup again. Partly because I can’t keep track of what I have. I was half-joking with my husband, saying makeup is all I have. I started listing all the things that were no longer available to me:

  • Sex
  • Watching complicated television
  • Milkshakes
  • Travel
  • Dancing
  • Beaches
  • Carbonated Beverages

I went on for a while until I felt good and sorry and it was no longer funny in the slightest.

However, I have discovered a few things that I can participate in:

  • Iced tea with aspartame (I do not care, this is keeping me alive right now)
  • Watching comedians on various corners of the cable service
  • Wearing my zebra outfits
  • Lovely Brand caramels, made with condensed milk – which isn’t FODMAP friendly, but if I only have a couple I do okay. The Sea salt ones are so good!

 

This cheered me immensely.

My son turned 13 yesterday, and my husband made a FODMAP friendly cake! Isn’t he the sweetest? Chocolate, which is the boy’s favourite. The girl likes vanilla. I can’t believe I’m Mom to two teenagers. That’s so weird. I’m just a teen myself! Well, it seems that way, in my head.

Speaking of my head, I spend most of my day in it. I deliberately stay away from people and try to stay busy. I’m always doing something. I have two blogs. My kids require as much support as I can give them, my husband needs loose ends tied up, and I need to maintain my health. All from my bed! I can get pretty foul tempered when I’m in pain. I want to save whatever good mood I can muster for those to whom I’m closest. I want to be as unstressed as possible, and that means releasing myself from as many entanglements as I could.

I even told my MOTHER I needed some space right now.

I see you people hanging on there. I appreciate the hell out of you.

Don’t think I don’t see the irony of me saying “people should really talk more” and me just dropping out of society, but if you were in my head you would totally understand. I feel like there’s a gremlin on my shoulder chopping at the back of my head. My neck is stiff, it hurts to turn right or left or look up. My jaw is stiff and sore. It’s tough to think and comprehend what people are saying. It’s quite embarrassing. It gets worse as the day goes along. It feels like I was put in a blender. My brain is spinning. It’s difficult to concentrate. I’ve been working on this post for two hours now. I’ve lost parts of it. Doing anything is like this. This is not what I am like. I am efficient and organized. It’s a nightmare for me.

I don’t remember if I said this, but the doctor said he was referring me to someone who was going to examine my neck/head and potentially do a block. I think that’s what they thought, but maybe an MRI first. Or an x-ray. Would be good. I don’t want them poking around without any idea of where anything is. I mean, even the dentist takes x-rays.

My face is killing me. I only need to make it to tomorrow.

Love to you, Zebra pals! 😘

 

New Attitude

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I’m not gonna lie, the death of Chris Cornell has hit me hard. Aside from the usual fangirling, the man was only 5 years older than I am.  His voice is just something that moves me like nothing else. I’ve been randomly bursting into tears. But it really has brought about some changes and reflection.

Honestly, everyone, absolutely everyone has baggage we can’t

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see. So why is this world becoming so very hostile? I truly don’t understand, but I am not about to be trampled any longer.

All my life I’ve tried so hard to be wonderful, to be accepted. To have friends. To be loved and nice and well thought of. What has it gotten me? Some truly outrageous behaviour by some people. 

  • A person I went to  high school with lectured me in front of a group of people at my 20 year reunion about what a stupid mistake it had been to marry my ex-husband.
  • My mother in law tried to convince my husband to take our two kids and leave me because I was sick. She was convinced he could find someone ‘well’ to look after him, because that’s what he deserves.
  • She also refused to have my name put on the car insurance for the car they essentially gave us because she didn’t want me driving it for ‘fun’. I wanted to be able to take the kids to hospital if need be. Husband threatened to return the car. I never drove it anyway. I’ve given up driving because of my medication.
  • My ex husband offered his business associates the opportunity to have sex with me in lieu of the money he owed them. I found this out years later. I was not complicit.
  • I chose a certain woman to be matron of honour at my wedding, she told me many years on another woman was so bitter about not being chosen she complained the whole time. Why did I have to know? I was friends with the complainer for another ten years before we had an ugly breakup where she accidently sent me an email saying ugly things about me.

So, my point is, if I’m getting this treatment after trying my hardest, why am I trying so hard? This is, of course, not an exhaustive list. I don’t know why I inspire such hatred sometimes. Such loathing. My good friend’s husband still hates me 20 years after I had to drop out of their wedding. I don’t think he gets that my then husband took every dime I was making and was alienating my relatives. I couldn’t go to them. I still cry at night over that.  Why do people seem to think I’m unaware of the stupid things I’ve done? Or maybe there was good reason?

I’m sliding into a mode where I can only do for me now. I wake up. I coffee up. Med up. Breakfast. Vape. Get some makeup. Why do I makeup? Internet likes? No. But it’s fun to show my work. I like to zen out. I can relax. Be creative. And I can touch a part of myself that doesn’t hurt. My face. It takes two sometimes three hours to get my face on and photographed. Not because I’m slow, but because I need to rest so much. I lie down and get my pressure regulated or rest my hands. Then I nap. Dinner, visit with husband, bed. Meds in there, interspersed. My kids visit. They’re pretty independent. They need me, though. Don’t get me wrong.

Frankly, the way I’m feeling, I could really sleep all day. Every day. But really, that’s no fun at all.

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EDS Awareness Look

My head and neck are still bothering me, and are really ramping up, in fact. Yesterday was bad. I did a makeup look for EDS awareness month, and I was so tired after. I wanted to post to the blog, but I was going to have a quick nap. Four hours. Probably best that I didn’t. It would have been angry.

I have been wracking my mind. If your relationships are all crap, you should really look at the common denominator. That’s me. I need to change something. Everyone can’t be a jerk, right?

I do have some very loyal friends, however. Don’t think my life is bleak and terrible. Oddly enough, they almost all seem to be nurses or have chronic illnesses themselves. I am constantly amazed at my husband.

I often wonder: do I not share enough? Am I not upfront enough? Am I too retiring? Am I too pushy?

But you know what? I can’t anymore. I just need to live. I will continue to be kind, as always. Respectful, of course. But I can’t work so hard anymore. I need to focus on myself. I need to focus on me. I’m project #1 right now. Family is second. I used to worry there would be nobody to attend my funeral. I can’t anymore. I can’t worry about my afterlife when I’m not even living this one. Such as it is. It’s mine.

I need to build it.

Have a great day, fellow Zebras! 😘

Just Keep Swimming

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I’ve spent the last five days or so sleeping for at least half the day, and I’m still exhausted. I just don’t have the strength nor energy to do many of the things I want to do. I really have to think about what I want to accomplish and where I can spend my energy. If a conversation runs over, so long bath! My daughter had a panic attack this morning and I am pretty much done for.

My husband has this idea in his head that I’m bored. Nothing could be further from the truth! I have lists of things I want to do! I have makeup looks I want to do, books unread and stacked, waiting, crochet projects, movies to be watched, blog posts to write, friends to chat with! As it is, I am busy from morning until night when I have the energy. I can’t seem to convince him, and it makes me so sad.

My neck is so bothersome I just can’t take it. I move wrong and I have intense pain. I don’t know what to do about it. I’m waiting for my doctor appointment in six weeks. Hell, I have pain when I don’t move. I’ve considered going to the hospital, but really, what can they do? My abdomen is also giving me incredible pain. I’ve run out of the higher THC mmj my doc prescribed. I only vaped extra once, so that doesn’t work. I ordered yesterday, so yay.

Good news, I broke 200 lbs! I’m 198 now. I don’t really know how to stop this. I guess I will stop when I’m there? I’m eating what I can, not trying so hard.

Going to try a nap for a couple hours, then try and put a face together, because it’s fun! 😀

Hope you’re having a good day, Zebras!

So Mellow…

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Feeling very relaxed today. I’m tired. Very tired. I don’t want to go to sleep, though, because I don’t want to be up all night.

I am so tired, I can’t get my eyes to focus. It’s not good. Our television cable box is still broken, so there’s nothing. We can watch recorded shows, but that means resetting every half hour, too. I don’t want to pay that much attention. I just want the ambient noise!

I am so hungry, today. I think I will feel better with some lunch. I really want to play with some silver and gold pigments I have. I just have this awful headache pounding at the back of my head and temple on the left side. Not a fan. It’s not bad, but it’s enough to be quietly reminding you, you should be smart.

I was thinking earlier about all the things I would do if I was well

  • Visit my Grandmother in Winnipeg
  • Take my kids to Disney World
  • Go to the movies
  • Drink a milkshake
  • Eat wings…oh, I could have them hot!! 😆
  • Go to a Sephora STORE and roll in the aisles!
  • Be intimate with my husband 😶
  • Walk everywhere
  • Go to the dentist
  • Have a shower
  • Have a girls’ night
  • Have a girls’ day out with lipstick making at Bite Beauty and custom makeovers at Sephora

Those are the only things on my wish list for right now. I have tentative plans with some friends to get custom lipsticks made at Bite Beauty with two sets of friends. After one set, we are supposed to go get custom makeovers at Sephora, but that does sound ambitious. We shall see.

I don’t think I’m going to get to play with makeup this afternoon. Not without a nap first at the very least. Too bad, I had some great ideas.  💤

Have a beautiful day zebras! 😘