Averygoodun's Personal File

And they're riding just a wee bit high... But fortunately I have to go back to the dentist to get my new cavities filled in two weeks, so the high bite can be dealt with then.

I hate my mouth.

In related news, I think I may have gotten stoned today off of aleve and tylenol during my dentist visit. Not quite sure "stoned" is the right description, but it was close. It felt nice, if a fair bit soporific.

Ah well.

It is school vacation week, so I am trying to cope with the constant company as best I can. This has involved escaping into the basement to work (or just stare) for as long as I dare to (I don't want to incite the pouts of the emo-demon that's taken up residence - things start breaking or going wrong when we interrupt its alone time), and sleeping as much as my schedule allows. And coffee. Coffee is wonderful stuff. Too bad I can't tolerate it more often.

Hell, I even delved into coloring this week. Normally I can't stand coloring because it feels like cheating to me. I'm all for other people coloring for any or no reasons, but it ratchets up my anxiety rather than relieving it. However, I found myself in that uncomfortable state where I was physically fatigued, but not quite brain-dead enough to just watch videos. So, I colored as I watched... whatever it was that I watched. (Fatigue does not help one retain memories.) I chose a geometric design that I've colored like a quilt, though I'm not sure I'll ever finish it. I s'pose that depends on how I feel tomorrow.

*sigh*

Stress sucks. Literally. I am trying to hold onto all the advances I've made health-wise, or at least be able to compare myself favorably to some time in the past, but... I need the basement to be finished and usable and my teeth to be dealt with pronto. And for Geoff to heal! Lord, I miss his touches, but I don't complain (to him) because I know he's in pain, and touching me makes it worse. It's got to be hell for him... But, yeah. I miss that form of comfort and love.

So, yeah. Stress sucks. But I'm - dare I say it? - hopeful that some of the stressors are coming to conclusions. Maybe by the end of March the basement will be finished and usable. Maybe Monday's doctor appointment will be the start of Geoff's healing. Maybe with both of those calmed, I'll be able to deal with my mouth issues without needing ice cream and cinnamon rolls and other (GF) goodies to go with the buckets of tea I'm consuming. Because, yeah, I know that's not doing my body any favors. But I'm not going to beat myself up about it, either, because there's only so much a person can deal with without breaking. And since sticking to the diet along with dealing with everything else was breaking me, and the diet was the only variable I could (and can) control, it's the one that gave.

We do what we must to survive.

Right. Enough rambling. Time to put the bone broth in the fridge and go to bed. Tomorrow has errands and crap to do, so rest is needed.

I hope all is well with you. And if it isn't, I hope you can find the comfort you need to get through it.

Diet-wise I've been not so good lately, with a major dip on Friday when I had some non-GF-free candy bites that were offered for free at school, and then GF pizza for dinner (cheese and tomatoes being personal no-nos).

And today I am reaping the rewards due to me.

Ow. Ouchie ouch ouch ouch ow. My poor small intestine is very unhappy with me, and I have a feeling I will be paying for the indiscretions for a few weeks (at least) of unhappy GI.

However, it is a good reminder that this is why I invest so bloody much time cooking. It really does beat feeling like this even a minority of the time.

Ow.

So I was utterly useless yesterday because I had the absolute temerity to shovel out half the driveway the day before. It seems moving six inches of powder is too much for my delicate system, but it was too shy to say anything at the time.

*blows raspberry at shoulder and back*

On top of that, I actually missed church this morning because my back was hurting so much. As I was going through my early-morning ritual, I realized I was taking extreme care of how I positioned myself just so I wouldn't be setting off the huge pain sensors.

Fortunately, Geoff spared a few of his precious (not being facetious) pre-church minutes to give me a back rub. That and the short nap afterward seemed to help enough that I'm not clenching my jaw to the point of pain. Still sore and needing to be very, very careful about lifting things, but I can at least get comfortable in various postures.

But, oh, I do hate being utterly useless. Especially when everyone else around me is being active and helpful. Ah well. I will pacify my guilt with the knowledge that I have been doing lots and lots up until now. And there's lots I can do that won't injure me further.

And I have been helpful lately! ( tl;dr: A longer than expected winter vacation equals seriously hyped up kids )

( My hair is no longer wonderful to me )

( Today's activities )

( Geoff starts his high travel season tomorrow )

Aaaaaaannnnnndddddd, that's about it. Given the time it is and the lack of people home from church, I'm guessing Geoff got Page a playdate, and is spending that time at work preparing for tomorrow's trip. He's such a good husband, giving me so much alone time. Although, really, what I'd like is a bit more time alone with him, but, well, it's human nature to never be happy with what blessings have been bestowed, right?

Hope you all are safe, warm and doing what makes you happy.

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I have been turning my mind to the topic of presents, and, oh dear it's going to be an uneven year. My eldest niece is going to be getting a valuable, if grubby, present of used oil paints and a few other supplies that I can no longer use. *sniff* Meanwhile, her younger sister is going to get a matching hat and scarf set I will be making.

As I said, uneven...

While on the topic of presents, did I mention that I managed to score a (used) Wii for $30? That, plus four games and a fit board for under $80 makes the big family gift a lot easier to manage! Poor Page will not be getting an iPad, though, even if all his classmates do have one. *rolls eyes*

But that's about all that's going on now. The adrenaline from semester's end is finally starting to wear off, so I'm pretty tired. I assume I'll be better by Christmas. I'd better be better by the 1st, as that's when this family is going on the Autoimmune Protocol (AIP), which means cutting nuts, eggs, nightshades and dairy from our already restricted diet. It's only for a month, though, but then the slow reintroduction to those things starts. I really hope none of us are sensitive to nuts. Or nightshades... (though I'm not very hopeful on that one). But we've all been so sickly this Fall that something needs to be done, and if it can be helped by lifestyle alone, then yay.

Anyway. Should go. To do list to tackle, and all.

Yep.

So, I spent a good hour of this morning looking in my archives for the actual year of Page's last birthday party (Geoff thought it was pre-Meningitis, I thought it was last year; it turns out it was 2 years ago), and came across a few posts that make me so, SO glad that things are better now. Page really was Demon!Boy for a while there, and, with my 20/20 hindsight, I can see now that he was really not well. His moods have evened out so much, his meltdowns are so much less severe, he's happy more often than not, and he's not nearly (not even close) as obstinate as he was at five. OMG, how did I survive those years? (Oh, right, I nearly didn't.)

So, yeah. Grateful for progress. And a diet that seems to work (there was a lot more attitude this morning after a sugar-full party yesterday. Kid has been reminded of the correlation (which is almost certainly causation in this case)).

Speaking of diet, I've been looking over the Autoimmune Protocol (AIP), and I actually don't think it's going to be that big a problem for us. Still not starting it until the new year, but with coconut still available to us, we'll definitely be able to make do! Snacks will be tough, but there are tons of ways to make it work. Actually, the hardest part will be getting the organ meats into me and Geoff. Page actually likes liver, and while I like pâté, Geoff doesn't like either. But, well... (And this is assuming that the chicken guts in the gravy doesn't amount to enough organ meats for our needs.)

Well, that and getting Page to eat enough bone broth... Kid hates soup.

But I am positive we'll see a difference in all of us on this diet. I am scared of finding out who reacts to what (because I am pretty sure each of us will be reacting to different foods, making the cooking job that much more difficult), but it will be worth it.

Judging by my exhaustion and ache levels the last couple days, I either broke myself on Friday by screwing the final planter box together and putting the small, nearby pile of dirt back in (the least amount of work I've done on that project within a day so far), or I'm sick. Judging by Geoff's congestion, I'm guessing I'm sick, though with different symptoms. Perfect timing, too, as school starts on Tuesday.

Ah well. Better a bug than a flare. And hopefully the flu/cold brew, naps and lots of doing nothing will help enough so that I'll be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed on Tuesday.

In the meantime, I've got the house to myself today, because I am definitely not feeling up to going out role-playing/socializing. The fact that the role-playing/socializing takes place at a cat-infested house did influence my decision... Even if one of the cats is still up a tree... (Hopefully it's come down by now, poor thing.) :-/

Both my textbooks have arrived, plus some. ( Brief review of Dr. Terry Wahl's 'Minding My Mitochondria' )

Anyhoo. I'm gong to go rest some more now that I've finished my cup of brew. Hopefully that will lead to more napping, which in turn might lead to less aching. (I'm eschewing the pain pills today, unfortunately, because I want my immune system in fighting form.)

Hope you all are having a wonderful weekend.

So, I'm on this ridiculously restrictive diet nicknamed SCD. It's done a world of good for me, and heaps of good for Page. We're on it because, unlike another ridiculously restrictive diet that shall not be named, it is based on sound scientific principles and explanations, a long history (over 60 years now) of medical success, and a good deal of common sense.

( Oops. I seem to have had a bit of frustration to unload. Cut for length. And rantiness. )

Hum. Didn't mean to get into full rant mode. Sorry. I'll go now.

I made an approximation of vindaloo last night. I only added half the peppers called for, and it's still rather too hot. Poor Geoff wasn't able to finish his portion.

I'm starting to think it's possible those ground peppers are made from the ultra-nasty Thai peppers. Seriously hot stuff. *wipes brow and nose*

Ach well, it's a good way to get lots of water in me, right?

( Happy Easter )

( Roommate stressing )

( Energy and weather frustrations )

( Garden )


And I guess I should start thinking up a pre-con to do list. I really should. And I will.

Just not right now.

2011: New England. Going back to school, this time starting off with a community college so as to avoid massive, untenable debt, to train to be an accountant. Started new diet which seems to be helping me solve a number of health problems, though it's slow going and frustrating but is looking like it will give me enough energy to be able to go through with the schooling.

2001: Decided to go back to school after a four year gap. Chose The School of the Art Institute of Chicago. Awesome, awesome school. So, moved to Chicago with boyfriend!Geoff and lived with him for about three months before he found a job in Indianapolis and we ended up having a long distance relationship despite his moving with me to avoid that. The year started off awesomely, no matter how crummy it was at the end.

1991: Boulder. Seventh or eighth grade. Horrible. No memory of either.

1981: Boulder. Two or three years old. Don't remember much about it.

( Life right now )

Aaaaannnnnd... that's about all I can think of. I need to get started on the day. I have little idea of what to start on, though it'll probably be making a pair of sweat pants for Page to wear to karate. I don't know where his other sweat pants got to, and I'm not buying the official outfit until this month's fees run out. Make sure he likes it. Besides which, I've been meaning to make him these sweat pants for about four months now. :-(

Anyone willing to host a vegetative humanoid in need of a week's rest? Anyone? Beuhler?

I'm tired. It doesn't seem like I've done all that much, but I guess what I've done has caught up with me. That, however, is better than being depressed, which I thought I was this morning until I had a good (teary) look at what's going on.

So, I've rearranged my thinking and action a fair amount.

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I'm still not feeling very communicative, but I'll leave the comments on just in case you care to weigh in. I probably won't respond, but, like the flist, I will read, think and feel.