I always thought of blogs as being narcissistic, business related, or as my sister's, a way of keeping in touch or memorializing.

But, by necessity, I am learning a lot about myself. I find I need to get my thoughts out, and it helps me to know that someone else will read them. So I have created this little space for myself, to express the things I have trouble saying (be it emotional or physical trouble), to share what I'm going through, and what I'm learning through it.

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Thursday, 23 January 2014

Feeling blah

I am feeling a little bit miserable. Caught me another cold. Oh yeah. Hoping this one will follow the pattern set by the last couple, which were normal, and not too long.

In the meantime, I am trying to stay present, and having a bit of trouble as my mind is going overdrive.  I'm really really paying attention though - as much as one can while struggling to stay present. The truth is, staying present when you have ME is not fun, and it's even less pleasant when one has ME and a cold to boot. It feels pretty unpleasant to be in my body right now. La-la-land is very tempting right now.

These are the times when my fear is strongest, when I start to wonder if this cold will be as bad as the first cold (the one that started this whole adventure), if it will turn into something more serious, if it will knock me out again. It's incredibly difficult to assess whether I can do things - whether it's a good idea to try to empty the dishwasher or not. Whether I can take a shower. Whether I'll be able to make and serve dinner.

It's hard because my body is more delicate, and because my mind is foggier. I've been leaving things in the microwave again. Things I wanted. Like really wanted. Or needed. So how much of that is that I'm turning 40 and how much of that is that I've got the brain fog? And does it matter? Not so much. What really matters is how it affects my functioning. I think I put the milk away this morning. But I think I forgot my pills. I know I forgot the sinus rinse (I only know that because I found it in the microwave), and the sinus rinse is pretty important, especially when congestion is going on.

So the dilemma - do I try to last, or do I ask for help, and what kind of help? My son is with me all weekend, and we have social plans of all kinds. We are having a band practice - the first with the new band members, we're having family friends over, and I'm having my best friends over while he goes off to a birthday party. This was all planned knowing that everything other than the band is totally low-key, and as we say in Mexico, these friends are absolutely "de confianza." Not sure how to translate that other than to say these are the kinds of friends I'd let in my house even if I were in my pjs for five days straight and the dishes were piled to the ceiling. I'm not cancelling them, because even if I can't move, they'll cheer me up.

I do however, need to find a way to conserve some energy because band practice... yeah... wish me luck.

Friday, 17 January 2014


It's been about a month now that I'm home. It still feels like a new experience. I'm most definitely still in a period of adjustment and reorientation, and I am more at peace with that than ever before.

My kitchen has yet to back up to the point I have to call in for reinforcements. A day at most of unwashed dishes. We've done the laundry - once (it's a good thing we both have plenty of underpants). We mopped the floor in the entryway once. I've had a few showers. My son is having regular showers. We're both sleeping well. We're both eating well. My fridge is not full of rotting food.

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Presence and my Immune system

In the last few months, I've had several colds. The exciting thing has been that they actually feel like colds. For the last three years, every time I've had a cold, it's felt like an intensification of my usual symptoms. I didn't get runny noses, or congestion (although my sinuses did get backed up), coughs or sore throats. Now, though, that's exactly what happens, and strange as it may seem, it is great news! It means my immune system is working somewhat normally! When I wake up and can't breathe and my throat is all scratchy, I feel happy and relieved. Weird but true.

So with my immune system actually functional, my so far successful homecoming, and my energy reserves continuing to build, I'm once again feeling cautiously optimistic about my prognosis. Especially so because even through the several colds I've had the last few months, I've been able to stay present and relatively embodied. That is pretty cool - and a huge accomplishment for me.

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Coming Home

Today a friend told me she misses reading my blog. Her saying that meant so much to me, that I've decided to see if blogging still fits me.

I did not return to my home in June. I returned to my home just in time for winter break. I returned with a child who is almost one year older. With my health in steadier, yet not all that much "better" shape. With the determination to change whatever needs to change so that I can stay here, and start to live a more independent life once again.

My energy leakage has been patched up, and I have spent the last 9 months learning how to keep it that way.

Quick update since the last time I wrote, for those who like to know what's going on medically speaking... I have started the GcMAF treatments, and I still cringe every time I have to inject myself. The result however, is a much steadier functionality level - an evening out of the see-sawing if you will - and a faster bounce-back from smaller decompensationary periods. I've been taking dessicated thyroid, which has increased my energy levels (yay!) and decreased the cognitive dysfunciton (double yay!). I've also tested positive for mycotoxins, and have begun a detoxing/binding treatment, to be followed by something or another that will actually get rid of them.

Being home again has been a process of re-orientation and rediscovery. I am grateful to the friends and family who helped me get myself settled, and so very very proud of this child who is taking responsibility for much of the housekeeping.

Since we've come home, we've already dealt with the ice storm, a cold for him, a cold for me, Christmas, a stomach bug for him, and New Years. And I'm still here. Not bad...

I am most enjoying the quiet. The shared quiet moments, like right now. These are the best!