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.