Category Archives: Daily Snippets

A case of the Mondays? Almost.

I tried really hard not to let Monday be the way Mondays can be, overwhelming and all. I think I did okay, despite it trying really hard to kick my butt.

I have a recurring muscle spam in my left shoulder and it was back with a vengeance today. When the pain is in full force it radiates all the way down my left arm, and it makes anything but standing up straight extremely painful. So resting was even hard to do. Go figure.

So I spent a good portion of my day trying to calm the spasm. Ice, Epsom salt baths, heating pad. Nothing has really worked, only made it somewhat tolerable.

But while that was the bulk of my day, I did have some positive moments. My new contact lenses came in the mail. And I made chicken noodle soup for dinner, which happens to be one of the few foods my entire family enjoys. So that made for a pleasant dinner time as we all just enjoyed the food and each other’s company. Still, we have leftovers, come on over! 🙂

Oh and my sister and I chatted our excitement about our upcoming appointment to get the matching tattoos we finally decided on after talking about for years (pardon the run-on). More on that later, and if later enough, with pictures!

Thanks for listening, folks. It means the world to me.

How MS Defines Me

I started this post three days ago, but didn’t get past the title. Now I’m deciding to continue with it, with the expectation that I can convey a clear and complete thought. Or maybe two.

I am fatigued. I am not handling it as well as usual, and I think that’s just because my running had given me a nice reprieve from the normal levels of fatigue. But having the kids home all week coupled with my MS medication running low (I get infused with Tysabri every four weeks), seems to have been too much on my body.

What bothers me most about the fatigue, at least this time around, is the effect it has on my cognition. I just can’t seem to make the connections, and even when I do, it takes an uncomfortably long time. So I’m awake, but I’m not really here. I struggle to finish sentences, I forget where I was headed within the house, I can’t put two and two together. And that’s frustrating, but I know this too shall pass. The kids go back to school tomorrow, I’ll go back to the infusion center hopefully Friday, and I will keep taking breaks when they are needed. And my family will be patient as always, they will pick up the slack where needed, it will be okay. We accommodate, together. I will get the rest I need. This is why I make the big bucks courtesy of Social Security, right? It will be okay.

MS is part of my life. It always will be, and I’m not sorry about that. It has taught me how to be patient and gracious, and how to laugh at myself. It has required strength I wouldn’t otherwise know I had. So yes, I guess you could say I am defined by my disability. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Spring break smiles

image

It’s Friday, the last day off from school for the “spring” break. It’s been snowing off and on since Saturday, which really put a damper on things. But we made our own fun. My sister and her kids (and dog) were here for five days, which was both crazy and awesome. Today the kids and I took the Spec-Tran to the nearby roller rink. I don’t skate because I don’t care for pain, but my kids love it. Only Natalie wore some low cut socks and quickly developed a painful blister. She’s pictured above, soaking her feet in a warm Epsom salt bath. And of course that’s her brother Luke photo bombing with the bunny ears. He thinks he’s funny, and sometimes he’s right. I guess.

That is all I’ve got for now. Happy Friday folks!

An anniversary of sorts

You guys. I have to tell you what just happened. I was posting a video of a cochlear implant surgery on Facebook, and wanted to note that my implants were coming up on their anniversaries (for the surgeries, not the activations). My right ear was planted first, in 2014, and the left ear was implanted a year later. Both happened to be on the Friday before Mother’s Day. I knew this, but wanted to verify the dates before posting this fact, so I opened up my calendar. The first thing I noticed was the date of my upcoming 5k run – it’s on the Friday before Mother’s Day. Get outta town! That had not even occurred to me when I signed up. And I swear to you, I didn’t plan that left ear surgery to be on that day either. In fact, it had originally been scheduled for earlier but had to be rescheduled due to a lingering infection.

But stop right here if you aren’t fascinated by the coincidence of these dates. If you think it’s silly, just stop.

For the rest of you… how cool is that? It’s better than a birthday, and in a way more exciting than my wedding anniversary. It’s an anniversary of hope and healing and victory over struggles. I want to give it a name and come up with fun ways to celebrate it every year. Any ideas?

My exciting life

I made a ginormous batch of potato soup for the crockpot this morning. Added all the leftover ham from Easter, diced an entire onion and threw that in. Threw in a little bit of chicken bouillon, dried parsley (which I’m convinced is just for show), and butter. It smells amazing and I can’t wait to eat it. There’s no way the four of us can eat it all, so we’ll have a lot leftover to freeze for another day. Win-win!

I’ve been working on laundry and dishes most of the morning. Those two never quit, do they? I just finished eating lunch, and now I’m left debating what to do next. More laundry, read a book, crochet, take a nap, run on the treadmill, walk the dog, watch more reruns of Parks and Recreation on Netflix… I just can’t decide. The nap is really tempting, but I know a walk or run would really boost my spirits.

This is my exciting life, folks! This is a normal day for me, and while it has taken quite some time to adjust to it, I’m finally starting to enjoy it and feel comfortable. I think this is the Acceptance part of the grief process. I am finally here, and can honestly say I am happy and really want to stay.

Oh, but that’s not what I got on the blog to talk about. Shoot. I guess I’ll have to draft that up and post it tomorrow 😉

Dudes. I dropped my phone.

In the toilet. And while it’s now resting peacefully in a bag of rice, I feel lost without it.
I handle most of my communication via texting. I keep track of my household chores and things to do using apps on my phone. I read books on my phone. My daily prayer list is there. My running app is on there!
Most of the things are backed up and I will be able to recover them, and I can still communicate with people using Facebook and the good old fashioned home phone (with captions, of course), but guys! I dropped my stupid phone in the stupid toilet! I was at our old house, cleaning so we can put it on the market and get the dang thing sold, and while scrubbing the toilet I received a text from my husband and thought there was no harm in checking it immediately. It all happened so fast, and believe me, I wasted no time shoving my bare hand in the toilet water to rescue it. Tomorrow we will know for sure if it survived, but until then I’m off the grid a little.
The irony is that just last week I ordered a new battery case/cover for my phone, a paisley one, and I may have to return it. Only time will tell, I guess.
I’ll be checking my email and Facebook messages periodically, but in the meantime, send cookies!
This is so sad. Seriously, I think cookies will help.

Spring approaches

image

After a healthy dumping of snow and cold weather here in Michigan, temperatures are coming back up and spring is right around the corner! Now I’m still wearing a sweater and long pants, but I couldn’t resist the flip-flops 🙂

It sure is nice to sit on the deck while Piper plays, watching the kids get off the school bus (my own kids of course, I’m not a creeper).

Living in color

Today I helped out at my daughter’s Girl Scout troop meeting. It’s fun, being able to do stuff like that. And I know she loves having me a part of it too.
But dang, you throw a mess of six year old girls at a table full of crafts, and you have a hearing challenge on your hands! They all want to talk at the same time and when they do, they don’t speak very loudly. So when my cochlear implant batteries died off halfway through, it really didn’t bother me too much. I was mostly relying on lipreading, body language, and facial cues either way. The girls mostly raised their hands when they needed help, and I was usually able to guess what they needed. Escorting a few girls to the restroom to wash the glue off their hands was quite the adventure. Just watching them all giggling and smiling was fun. It kind of felt like I was in a silent movie. Like Buster Keaton or Charlie Chaplin, but in color. So weird.
I will say, however, that it did pose some unwanted challenges as I was unable to chat with the adults. That will hopefully be the last time I forget to put on fresh batteries before heading out for the night!

It’s sticky

I discovered this morning that my phone and it’s case were sticky. Correction: ARE sticky; I still haven’t bothered to clean it. And I have no clue what kind of sticky it is or where it came from. Probably syrup? Also, since I don’t let the kids touch my phone (anymore) I can’t blame them.

That, my friends, is your daily snippet for the week (see what I did there?) 😉

Words are percolatin’ in my brain, just can’t seem to serve ’em up. Just wanted to say hi and wish you all a happy, sticky day!