Geeze, It's taken since March 2012 to get to my 101st post. I wonder if blogger is counting those few rough drafts that never got posted? I guess I could go back and actually count, or worse read through everything I've written in approximately 4 years of allergy and migraine drama, but maybe I'll do that as an exercise to help me heal emotionally when we're past all this (SNORT!!)! Ok, so probably never. Maybe I'll just brain dump about my stupid Thanksgiving week.
Well, It ended with one of my baby cousins getting married, which wasn't stupid at all. I guess she's a grown up now because it wasn't a child-bride situation. [checks mirror for ever-increasing natural silver highlights] And seeing family is always a mix of joy and exhaustion, like every good thing we have in life these days. It was a beautifully succinct ceremony followed by a lovely brunch, followed by an after party at a cousin's house. By 6pm I was home, collapsed on the floor in front of the heater until I had the energy to crawl into bed. There is no exaggeration in that sentence. Somewhere around 11pm I mustered the energy to get up, change into pjs, brush teeth and head back to bed. (mom dealt with the kids thankfully)
The day was spent mostly explaining our food and med situations, and why we generally don't go places and do things, followed immediately with MORE explanations about why we wouldn't be going places and doing things for Christmas or ever until we get a better handle on everyone's/ANYONE'S migraine/food situations. Fricking exhausting. And the day's exhaustion was compounded by not napping and the fact a friend had already been staying with me for over a week recovering from surgery, with her young son for much of the time. That was a lot of fun let me tell you, but did not contribute to any excess relaxation for the "vacation week". The girls had a blast and there was a lot of migraine. My neck hurt the entire time from switching beds and being out of routine, and now I've been a migraine mess for 3 days.
So when I say stupid Thanksgiving week, it isn't because a lot of awesome didn't happen, it's because I am a trashed mess following it. I feel like we can never get ahead, except for that one good weekend we had, which did made some of the destruction the kids caused together easier to deal with at least. But, we are more removed from evil, evil time change, and minimum pickup weeks are also over with for now. So *fingers crossed* some semblance of routine may soon be possible. But it's back to our regular daily struggle, which at least after this week of insanity will seem like a break. I just wish I had powers to instantly make people's bodies feel how my body feels at any given moment, so I wouldn't have to explain so goddamn much. *snap* Here's how it feels to miss a nap. *snap* Here's how it feels to miss a nap TWICE! *snap* Both kids have a migraine and so do you READYGO!!! *snap* Mind Meld why you look and act 'normal' for some of the day and then seem to instantly lose your shit. *snap* Mind Meld why you aren't coming for Christmas for the third year in a row. *snap* Mind Meld why you hate holidays with 4 different menus in the same household with only 4 human beings in it. *snap* Mind Meld so you don't have to explain, again, why you go to the farmer's market instead of church. (because church is apparently a building)
Which by the way makes me wonder, if my family is so amped about us going back to church, why don't they help us out more? One cousin came over once and it was so amazingly wonderful! I'm not saying they are obligated, but if I have to answer questions and be harassed about it, maybe they could actually do something about our situation beside "praying" for us. What did James say again? I mean, I'm fine with doing life this way, but I'd rather not be harassed about going to a building when I thought people were supposed to visit the sick. But maybe that's just me being bitter about our isolation.
So anyway a new school week starts tomorrow and Sasha wants to continue with biofeedback exercises. We could keep track of her hand temperature and get credit for homeschool, but I don't think I have the effort. She's 7 and I need her to do her own biofeeback so I can do all the food prep and other necessary homeschool crap, and hopefully not get a migraine, and try to grow the greens we lost from one of our safe farms that dropped off the face of the earth. Onward and upward.
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