Which to be fair is insanely hard to do, nicotine is easily one of the most addictive substances to get hooked on. As Mark Twain used to say:
Giving up smoking is the easiest thing in the world. I know because I’ve done it thousands of times.
While I would highly recommend you ditch the cigarettes at some point (trust me, you will feel amazing after you do!), I think that even attempting to cut back on them while you are in a extremely stressful situation like you are now would just make you feel worse. That being said I hope you can get a good plan set up and find a way to keep both your housing and your health care, if you are living in a country that claims to be part of the first world you should never be forced to choose between those things… the fact that many people are forced to do exactly that though? It makes me want to simultaneously hug all of them [especially you ] and punch congress.
Was driving across town when suddenly I started hearing rattling. At first I thought it might be in my head until smoke started to waft from under the hood. I pulled over and checked my oil. It looked a bit dirty, but it was there and the radiator hose was on. There seemed to be oil everywhere under the hood, but it’s raining and I dipped a bit of rag in and it didn’t seem oily, more wet. I think I might need (maybe) an engine flush and oil and oil filter change (definitely). I can do these myself, I just really don’t want to. Don’t want to pay someone else either. All around just don’t want this. Worst case scenario is I have to worry about a leaky fuel injector or worn piston rings.
My thoughts exactly. Although my daughter was never fond of my little “joke” that in preparing to get into Brown she might end up with one great scholarship at a lesser school, this has in fact happened and I could not be more thrilled.
Another doozy of a day. My kitty Molly died, probably last night. She was 13 and had kidney disease. It was a pretty good end, really, she still was able to jump up and go outside. She asked to go outside last night and then never came home. We found her body on our property this morning. She looked to have gone peacefully.
She was a good friend, with an uncanny sense of when I needed her to come and sit so still and Zen like on top of me.
Spent the afternoon at the optometrist’s for me and most of the kids. Unfortunately, they mostly got my blurry eyeballs rather than their mother’s good ones, and I’ve used up this year’s optical insurance and have added a rather hefty payment plan. Shit’s expensive, yo.
My 11yo has been having migraines and panic attacks. The migraines are not new (has had a couple over the last couple years) but the panic attacks are new. It’s heartbreaking. I hope school goes ok tomorrow – had to come home Friday and yesterday stayed home because a headache. It’s impossible to have a good day when your kid seems to be crumbling into pieces right in front of you. Seen a couple doctors who assured us physically nothing is wrong. So there’s that.
This was going to go in Victory, until todays mail changed that.
Yesterday, I finally got through filling in my ESA form and had it ready to post. I needed to get an extension of two weeks to finish it and I need to recover and start feeding myself properly.
Today, a letter came telling me that my DLA was ending, and I need to apply for PIP now.
So this morning, my son’s brain decided it would be interesting to see if he could place the contents of his bladder in the wastebasket next to the toilet. As well as on the floor and all over his sister’s Disney Princess Potty seat.
And this afternoon, my son’s stomach decided it would be interesting to see if he could place the contents of his stomach on the floor in front of where he was standing just after I asked him to lie down because he looked awful.
These are small things, but annoying. Hell, my hands still smell like vomit.
At least it’s not poop, for once (daugher is potty-training, and while can pee on the potty, poop goes into her panties, virtually without fail).
And don’t get me wrong – poop and vomit-smelling hands are not nearly as annoying for me as it must be being the one who vomits. Although I’m not so sure about the pooper. She said she likes to pretend her panties are diapers. AAARGH.
Hey, if you haven’t already done it, get your kid’s eyesight and hearing checked immediately. A child doesn’t know what s/he’s supposed to be able to see and hear, and both headaches and anxiety attacks can be brought on by straining to do what’s easy for everyone else.
Also make sure your kid isn’t on any sort of low-fat diet; check the school lunch &etc. Brain development requires fat, preferably animal fat. Migraneurs and epileptics even more so. Children will happily wash down a bowl of sugar cereal with low-fat milk or even soda, though they’d be far better off with eggs and buttermilk, so you have to make sure they aren’t being allowed to subsist on pure sugar whenever you’re not present.
And here’s some potentially good news: migraines that begin as a child approaches puberty often go away, permanently, upon reaching physical maturity. My daughter hasn’t had one in over a year! Your child would be more likely to be a lifelong migraneur if s/he had begun much later or much earlier.
Er… what else… um, if you’ve never had one yourself, you need to know that the 3 worst things to have to endure during a severe migraine, the things that make it worse, are (in reverse order) noise, light, and questions. Don’t ask questions! Questions are brutal. Children’s migraines are usually much shorter than adults; rarely more than a couple of hours, and can often be treated with over-the-counter meds like ibuprofen or naproxen. Also many migraneurs find either a cold or a warm compress on the forehead helps.
Seriously, this can’t be overstated. Throughout my elementary school career I got migraines. I still occasionally do. But back then they were quite often triggered by stressing out as hard as I could, as long as I could to do stuff that was to me extremely difficult, but seemingly trivial to my peers.
Like reciting the 12x12 multiplication table. Or multiplying 50 2-digit numbers together in five minutes. I just couldn’t do it, because I’m not fast at arithmetic and I have a hard time memorizing arrays. But apparently all my peers were excellent robots.
In anycase, yes I agree. Migraines and despair and stress all go together.
Yes. The best environment for someone having a migraine is a dark, quiet place, and depending on preference either warm and cozy, or cool/cold. I’m of the cryogenic variety. You could store me in the walk in fridge during a migraine, and that would be just perfect for me.
I microwave a cloth bag of feed corn for 2+ minutes (or somebody else does it for me if I can’t) and drape it over my eyes and forehead. Or a hot ■■■■■ washcloth. But my daughter preferred a dry bag of buckwheat or little plastic beads straight from the freezer, which emphatically does not work for me.
] and punch congress.
