It's 11:00am Thursday morning. It's been 4 days of painful hell. I FINALLY feel human right now. And I'm bored to death, cause I have done nothing but lay on the bed or the couch. The kitchen is an absolute mess, all sorts of various food in bowls, cans, and dishes, tasted once or twice, trying to find something appetizing that would stay down. I've felt nauseous for 4 days straight, wanting to "urp" (vomit), but unable to. Wheels and I had gone out to lunch on Monday, and I got sick a half hour later. Food poisoning?
I dunno. But I felt like a wet noodle someone threw against the wall for the "doneness" test. (The link is also an interesting take on turning 50, coincidently)
As always, when I use parenthesis, I wonder if I'm using them properly. I find it very interesting that my sister took a grammar class after she started reading my blog. I KNOW it's so she can catch my mistakes. Which is all well and good, but it'd be nice if she'd let me know, rather than giggling evilly, evil-ly, evil-ee, or evilily when she sees one. Share the knowledge is what I always say. But noooo, she hoards it to herself and probably talks about my erroneous parenthesis use behind my back with her boss, the Idaho State Senator. Hmmphh.
So anyways, yesterday I was contemplating Living Wills and suicide notes that would be worded so eloquently that no-one would feel guilty about the way I left, because it would have been a death by murder. Pain will murder me, it won't be anything but that. And the suspect won't be MS ... I think Arthritis will need to be investigated. Wait. Maybe CSI will discover that it's a conspiracy between MS and arthritis ... each blaming the other, in order to throw suspicion off itself. Because maybe the arthritis pain triggered other MS symptoms, pretty much making moving and thinking next to impossible.
Hmmm. Yesterday the note would have said "Pain murdered me". All said and done. End of note, there was no other thought in my head. Today, I'm able to bring CSI, investigation, suspects, and conspiracy onto the case, and be quite imaginative. Because my brain is back where it belongs, rather than in the toilet. It can think of other words now, and if there was time, I could write an entire screenplay regarding my last 4 days, but hey. Been there, done it, don't want to do it again.
And what can be the source of feeling better out of the clear blue sky? It rained during the night, and it was 70 degrees this morning when I woke up. Not a smidgen of arthritis pain. MS pain, yes. But after the last 4 days, this is a piece of cake. I can handle this. I had taken off the top sheet and all blankets from the bed last nite, figuring if I got cold - tough luck. Being over-heated (and in my case 75 degrees is overheated. I absolutely HATE this time of year because of the temperature highs and lows. I get cold like everyone else, but to cover-up is ... not good for me. (I was gonna say it was lethal, but enough with the death dramatics!) Maybe I should start linking my symptoms to some MS sites so ya'll know I'm not crazy ... heat really is not good for some MS'ers. Really. Not being dramatic.
Speaking of ... uh, well I guess I wasn't really speaking of this, but being over-heated reminded me of my period. Don't we all miss the ABC's of my Moody Monthlies? Ahhhh yes, I do intend on getting thru the alphabet, menopause be damned.
Part of the problem of over-heating was due to the Quiff Cry - it seems I'm not so old after all, ha! But I hate that word "quiff", it gives me the heebie jeebies. It sounds like such a dirty word, and you know what a lady I am. Instead I prefer saying I'm Riding the Cotton Pony! and that's part of the reason the last flare-up was so bad. I don't know why I prefer being hysterically gross rather than dirty, but there ya go.
Wow - SanFranMan commented! Oh He Who Denied Being 50 When We Were in Reno with his kids ...
I figured the kids liked me - his daughter in particular, as she'd slip her hand in mine, and when I promised her that one of the water slides wasn't scary, she believed me and went on it after all. Her brother begged and begged her to go with him, but brothers can't always be trusted, you know. She and I had gone on another ride which was NOT fun, and it hurt her back a little so she was too scared to go at first. She was also fascinated with all my bags, and make-up bag, etc. She loves loves loves organizational things, which is right up my ally. His son felt comfortable enough to recite a line he'd heard in the sex/health education class "and the penis is placed firmly in. to. the. vagina" ... it was hysterical to hear coming out of a 12 year old mouth.
Course, having the dogs did help, but pretty soon it was my charming self that they liked. I'm a listener when it comes to kids in dysfunctional/divorcing families, and boy did they ever talk, the daughter in particular. She had questions and questions about me and SFM, about abuse, about MS, about her Grandpa George, and about The Teeth. I'll have to get permission from SFM to say anymore, so maybe later. Like I've said before - people and relationship dynamics fascinate me and this family is full of material. Not just me and SFM, but George, the siblings, their pasts, etc.
I felt so good today that I started cleaning up the house, and each room is about half done, so it's time to finish this post and get to it. Feeling good is why it's a Red Letter Day!
For some reason, when I put a new fleece blanket on the bed, Barf peed in the exact middle of it. After the first week, both cats have been perfect about using the cat box, even when I've not cleaned it out for a week. Usually I change it every 3 days. So there must have been something smelly on the blanket to trigger the pee. But something about it being in the exact middle of the bed tells me he's trying to tell me something.
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