If my MS and sinuses could work together, I wouldn't need T3's!

My Mom has always said that day three after surgery is the worst.  She's right.  If you count surgery day as day 1, which wasn't exactly fun, but I don't recall any pain, and then yesterday would be day 2.  Still buzzing with anaesthetic, carefully timing pain killers, not yet tired of sleeping.  Day three sucks.  I am in pain, but trying to not take so many pain killers.  I over did it yesterday, so this morning I felt quite ill.  I am bored, but I am in too much pain to do much of anything.  The best part, is the pain in my head worsens from the computer screen's lights.  Yep.  I have done about 12 logic puzzles.

Whine, whine, whine.  My MS came back today.  Numbness on the left side.  Hey!  If my MS and sinuses could work together, I wouldn't need pain killers!

OK.  I need a plan.  Get out of bed long enough for the sheets to get cool.  Get a snack.  Take more drugs.  Yes, more drugs, less bravery, helps the day/night go more quickly.

Warning: Potty humour (Mom don't read this)

Here it is, 3 o'clock in the morning, one day post op, and I can't sleep.  I spent the last half hour or so sitting on the toilet, in my daughter's snuggie, drinking ginger ale, and praying to fart.  Oh why gods of flatulence have you denied me?  What form of penance must I perform??  I drank lots of fluids, took my colase, walked around a lot, what more must I do??  I know it must be possible.  There is no way I have gone over 24 hours without you, oh mighty gas, but the build up might cause one to wonder?  Why am I so bloated that I resemble a pregnant women?  I pace from window to window in the upstairs hallway forcing myself to keep moving, hoping that something else will move.  I stare at the snow (yes snow!!) building up outside, and grow ever more anxious about my son's Scout troupe who picked tonight of all nights to camp outside!  But alas, the snow is merely a passing distraction.  The taunt skin stretched across my belly, is not from months of diet and exercise, but another reminder of my pain.  Oh that I might have started my MS injectionable meds this week instead of next, that I might have a ready supply of needles to shove in my belly and release the trapped air, like a balloon, flying across the room, in gas releasing ecstasy.  Oh gas ex, oh rolaids, oh mylanta.  You are but a street away, locked behind chains and glass.  When will my suffering end?  When will this night...OH!  Nevermind.

It's Alllliiive!

Hi all.  Pretty stoned from the multitude of drug they've got me on.  Can't even type!  I went well.  I'm home.

Symptoms:
Very sore head,
Very sore neck,
Very sore throat,
Very sore face.

MS?  What MS?

If I get sent to the Pearly Gates tomorrow, I'll tell them I have to go back and finish my daughter's quilt.

Wow.  The last couple of days have been crazy.  Son's birthday party (postponed from November) on Sat.  Daughter's birthday and party on Monday and Tuesday.  My son is going on a winter camp with Scouts on Friday and needed to have his pack ready for tonight! Surgery tomorrow. Yikes!  I just keep plugging along, knowing I'm going to have to pay for it later.  I'm just hoping that later will be when I'm on T3's and won't have to worry about resting!!

I finished packing the Christmas stuff.  Tonight.  About an hour ago.  Without having my Dad here to pack the stuff down stairs, I don't know what I would have done.  Whatever else is left out, I swear I am throwing away.

I didn't get my daughter's quilt finished though.  Sigh.  So close!

Call me morbid, but I just send my ex husband an email stating "my wishes" if anything should go seriously wrong tomorrow.  Or any time soon for that case.  I wish I could say it was my first time doing so, but I actually did it once before when I was in my early 20's.  Am I morbid?  Am I just prepared?  Both?  I really just wanted to make sure that my kids all got the jewelry that I wanted them to have.  Wow.  Hard to write though.  I couldn't really write goodbyes though.  I just had to leave it at that.

The weird thing is I think this is the 11th surgery I've had.  Until I had kids, I never even considered that I might die during surgery.  It was just another way to be taken care of and gotten attention for.  I loved going to the hospital when I was a kid.  It was boring, but fun.  The nurses were so sweet.  One used to bring in her cordless Braun curling iron and curl my pony tails until I looked like Cindy Brady.  One used to let me race the rocking horse down the hallway.  The worst part of the whole ordeal was that The Monkeeys was on at the same time as dinner came, and they would always make me go back to my room to eat. SHEESH!

Anyway.  I wish I had another week before the surgery, but then again, I probably would have procrastinated a lot more. (*SIGH*)

Wish me luck!

Symptoms
Saturday:  Rough. Left leg numb all day, and most of left arm and face.  Trembling, fatigue.
Sunday: Slept most of the day.  Same as above.
Monday:  Basically no symptoms (because of Sunday?) until four o'clock, then see above
Tuesday: Same, plus tingling in right foot.  Been wearing glasses since Saturday.  Seemed to help. Stuttering worse

Today:
Tingling left leg upon waking.  Some in right foot.  and left face beside eye
Trembling, particularly hands.
Really tired today.

I thought I knew what tired was. I was wrong.

Yes, I am trying to be a jerk in my title of this.  The thing about MS is you get something called lassitude.  It is a specific kind of fatigue that doesn't lessen from sleeping, doesn't lessen from resting, doesn't lessen from any other thing you will do.  You can make it worse by say, moving, or not eating, or not sleeping constantly, but you can only rest and wait it out.  I am a single Mom with two kids still at home, and a dog.  How am I supposed to rest that much??

My ex and I discussed how he can start taking the kids more, especially during my upcoming sinus surgery recovery.  Yes, Peter Pan, you are going to have to be Wendy for a while.  He even laughed at that.  But if he takes them, they may miss a lesson or Scouts or something.  I am very careful not to over schedule my kids, but they still have activities!  I don't know how to do this.  I have been sleeping from about midnight to 2 pm this week (except for getting the kids off to school and walking the dog), and I am still too tired to get through dinner and bed time without ending up directing events from the sofa with a dark cloth covering my eyes.  Sigh.  

I did manage to get 2/3rds of the Christmas stuff packed up, in great part due to my son's extremely hyper mood.  He was so hyper he didn't realize how many trips I had him running up and down the stairs.  The un-decorating of the tree went by with only one burst of tears from A, which is pretty good!  I really was starting to doubt whether I would get them down at all.  Yeah!  Can I do the last third?  That remains to be seen. How tired will I be tomorrow?

My Mom is planning on coming over to help my finish the quilt I am making (and have been making, sort of, for the last two years) for A's b'day on Monday.  I am worried I will be too tired to do anything and it will really end up being the quilt that Grama made.  K's birthday party is 5 o'clock tomorrow.  How will I feel?  Spin the wheel of misery!  What symptoms will you come up with today!!  

Wish me luck.  I can hardly wait for surgery so I can get some rest!!  My perfect scenario?? I spend surgery day mildly sedated snoozing until they cancel it due to lack of time, and I will just have rested!!

Off to clean the kitchen!

I may never stop talking

I am sorry to start a blog with the reason I am blogging, but where else would I start?  My two kids are a'bed.  My dog is busy making a bed/nest out of the dirty laundry on the floor at my feet, and  yet here I sit, on my laptop.  The dishwasher is running though!  My New Year's Resolution for January (I tend to make one per month, usually until about June) is to not go to bed without cleaning the kitchen.  I have a aching headache (not a pounding headache, or a blinding headache), so I justified not getting it completely perfect by deciding that my daughter, will have to clean up her Easy Bake Oven dishes herself.

I have had a pretty miserable day.  I let my kids stay home until recess because I could barely get out of bed, and regardless of the two alarm clocks that were going off, neither child moved.  Then I went back to bed until 2pm, where I got up, found my legs, made a shake, and barely had enough time to get dressed in time for school pick up.  Sigh.  Then I finally started up the Easy Bake Oven I had been promising (of which the dog had the first batch while we were out), despite the fact that most of my left side has either pins and needles, and/or numbness.  We had fast food for dinner, and I left my son  to babysit while I went out to pick up my pre-surgery antibiotics.  Then I struggled through homework and showers, and finally sat down-no wait-you have to clean the kitchen-  Oops.  Haven't made the lunches.

I have MS, since August 2011 (at least diagnosed then).
I have Asthma, which I have been hospitalized for many, many times, and allergic to pretty much everything.
I have Scoliosis, which is fairly mild, but I have to keep on it or I get headaches (see above)
I have Endometriosis that doesn't really bother me since I got my Mirena IUD and quit getting my period!
I have Lichens Sclerosis, a skin disease.
I have Nasal Polyps.  I have had 3 surgeries for this in the last 7 years, and having number 4 next week.

My psychiatrist thinks I am addicted to being ill.  I think there may be some truth to that.  Did I learn that the only way to get love and significance was to be sick?  Maybe.  Can I somehow funnel all my mental powers, and through way too much therapy somehow stop being sick through mental health?  Doubtful.  Is there truth to both of these statements.  Yes.

I like this.  It is like I get to go on and on about myself, and I don't have to worry if I am boring anyone.  I don't plan on really announcing this blog to anyone.  Maybe a few close friends and family, but really it is for myself!