The last two weeks have been hell...I apologize in advance for using the "h-word" as my youngest calls it, but, it has literally been hell for me.
The funny thing is, it's not because of anyone like family of even the Crack Monkeys driving me insane. No, I've been in literal agony because of me.
It started when Big Poppa and I decided to take the kids sledding. There's another park tucked away in the corner of our neighborhood that has some slopes. It's not steep or high, but it does make for a short and fast ride. We were hit with a good amount of snow, so we thought it was a great opportunity for some sledding fun.
I kind of regret it now.
Not the part where I was able to spend some quality time with my husband and kids, laughing and getting snow thrown in our faces, no. I regret that my kids convinced me to go down a part of the slope that someone had made a ramp on, sitting on a thin piece of material someone called a sled, and landed hard on my backside.
Also, it didn't help that hubby thought I'd enjoy a super fast ride so he pushed me -hard- when it was my turn again. I ended up flying off my sled and landing hard on my shoulder, which hurt like a mother-scratcher for the next several days.
But, the fun didn't end there, nope.
I ended up sledding again with the girls in my Activity Days group, and not learning my lesson, went sledding again.
I've come to the conclusion that my body is too old for that kind of fun.
Moving on: once my arm stopped hurting, the panic attacks started. Normally, I can tell when one is coming on. This one? Not so much. It actually hit me during Sacrament Meeting in church. The shakes, the rocking, the hyperventilating, everything. Luckily, Big Poppa noticed and took me home.
Anyone who suffers from anxiety/panic attacks knows that they're not fun nor good. But, what I really hate is that afterwards, it leaves me exhausted. Mentally and physically. Which opens the doors for depression to creep in which is another unwelcome guest one does not want.
So, with that going on, I got hit with a bout of vertigo. As if I'm not already having fun, I guess. I'm sure people know what that is, but in case you're wondering, vertigo is when you have no equilibrium and you feel like the world (or room) is constantly spinning.
That went on for three days.
Three.
Can you just feel the excitement I've been feeling?
Yeah, sarcasm. Sorry.
Anyway, that passed and it became migraine's turn to harass me. Which is unfortunate because my house does not cater to migraine sufferers, what with it's windows everywhere. Normally, I would go downstairs to our theater room in the basement, but that's currently being used as storage. And I can't find my sleep mask anywhere, so I've been suffering for the last two days.
Yes, I know. Wah, wah, wah. I sound like such a brat. It's been hard for me, really. But, I'm not totally ungrateful. Big Poppa has really stepped up and taken care of things while I've been out of commission: he's cooked and cleaned, and even got the Crack Monkeys to stay on task with their chores and homework. It really makes me appreciate having such a willing and sympathetic partner to tag team with. I really don't think I could do this by myself.
I don't want to do this by myself.
So, here's to hoping this agony is now at an end. There's way too much stuff to catch up on now, and I've been missing my cuddle time with the Fire Pig. That is, if he's still willing to cuddle with me, ha.
