We Will Never Speak of This…

Yikes. Worse today…so much worse! I hate my stomach being so so sick! It’s just been going on for so long. And, on top of everything else, It is making me so so crazy. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ง
It’s funny how easily you get used to severe pain (or whatever your “thing” that you have to learn to live with is). I guess it’s called “chronic pain” for a reason. So, really it just becomes routine…an awful one, but a consistent one. And, as for many things, I need to be prepared. Kind of feels like I have a bizarre check-list: Always have an ice pack ready, never run out of pain killers, have all essential oils and nerve pain creams ready, have a water bottle, have “spray stuff”,as we call it, it’s a moisture replenishing spray that I use because all of the medications make my mouth ridiculously dry (some mornings I feel like I’m literally peeling my tongue off of the roof of my mouth!!), have iPad charged or cord around to easily charge, so if it’s a bad bad day, the days we often refer to as “our upstairs days”, I can have all of my son’s games and/or videos ready and, also, have Disney Junior on the tv, (And, please don’t put in your two-bit comments about parenting and tv/video game use. Just don’t. Unless you are willing to come spend 8 hour days with my 4 year old son, while I lie down and cry or try to sleep and/or both, just don’t!!! Besides, I am really good at making myself feel guilty. Really, really good at it. Trust me, I don’t need any help!!) have quick, go to easy meals for the kids, pray that your 17 year old daughter doesn’t have too much homework or plans with friends, have cell phone charged and middle daughter’s friends and dance parents numbers on it incase I need someone to pick her up after school and/or drop her off at dance (she currently dances 5 days a week, sometimes 2x a day), AND so on and so on…It’s like I’m just barely hanging on, but I am hanging on. However, if you add anything else, like nausea, a sore throat, a sick kiddo and I’m ready to snap! It’s like throwing in a curve ball when we were actually playing soccer…it won’t work, it doesn’t fit at all!!! It’s like whoa…hang on a minute and if I don’t react quickly enough – BAM!!! That day is just a write-off. Like, can we all just please act like today never actually happened?? We can just start from scratch tomorrow. Let’s all just go to bed and never speak of this. Are we clear? Never speak of this…and BREAK! (see…now it’s football!!! Can we please have some consistency people???)

I said BREAK – as in, stop what you’re doing, put away the iPad, quit trying to edit & re-edit your post, and GO TO BED!!!!

Yes, that means me, right now, I am going to bed. Goodnight. ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ’ค

Hopefully one day Iโ€™ll get it right, or at least have fun, while about it I write!

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