Gah!
I'm back to flipping btwn sweats and chills. I *thought* I'd figured out what the problem was, and hadn't had an episode for the past few days.
Yeah. Til an hour ago.
RSD sucks. Its screwed with my nervous system so much. The arm is bad enough, but when your own personal thermostat is toasted, its plain nuts. Like having the flu all. the. time.
Wearing layers doesn't help, because either its too much, and then flips to way too little. And vice versa.
I need a reset button.
Things I've Learned In the Last 24 Hours...
- My younger bro is officially a Daddy, with the birth of his first child.
- Baby goes for heart surgery anytime, must be in his first 24 hrs.
- It sucks being across country, and of no use to them at all.
- I can, by using my good arm and forcing my bad up, get a partial dislocation back in.
- The manouver, however, ended up in me vomiting in my kitchen sink.
- A housecoat belt, tied in a slip knot, can work as a weird sling to try and keep the shoulder in place.
There's a lot more thats happened since I last posted, and my apologies for my absence. I promise a fuller update soon, but I'm feeling like I'm going to be sick again, so it'll have to wait.
My sincere thanks to those who have stuck with following the blog despite my lack of entries.
I have Christmas music blaring at top volume from my cruddy puter speakers.
I've successfully corrupted my kids. I'm not talking the usual good stuff either, folks. Sure, we've got TSO blaring, some Anne Murray (I'm Canadian, k?) Brad Paisley, Vince Gill...but how many listen to "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus' done by Twisted Sister? (Video for Come O Ye Faithful by the same, hilarious)
Years from now, just as I listen to the Christmas songs by artists my mother blared forth, Diva, Tazzie and Princess will be hunting for Twisted Sister.
My work here is done.*grin*
I like our cat, as far as cats go. He's huge, runs our small pony/dog and is generally friendly, although absolutely Wolf's pet. Probably cause Wolf does the feeding/litter issues. And I'm good w/that.
Is it wrong then, that the 1 time (we know of) that Jack the Cat caught a mouse...Wolf's indignation that his cat a) didn't eat the darned thing and b) left it in his clean laundry basket, btwn a pair of socks...
I laughed til I cried. Where Wolf couldn't hear me, of course. Diva wasn't that controlled, and laughed in front of Daddy, and was treated to a chorus of, "That's not funny! My socks stink now!" which only fuelled my hurry to leave...like, jet propelled. Upstairs, behind a door, face in a pillow, shrieking with laughter.
And I'm still snickering.
Oh, and a note...on my tag labels, 'humour' and 'husband' are one word apart. Coincidence? I'm thinking not so much...*runs*
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