Following my peri-menopause post yesterday I’ve had a rash of fake likes. You know they’re fake when a) they’re from random men liking a post on the fucking menopause and b) they’re from websites trying to sell a “healthy” lifestyle or some other such crap. That these people prey on the chronically ill, or that they think the menopause, which many women find hugely difficult, is something they can cash in on disgusts me. Bloody parasites.
My Mum has gone quickly downhill with her breathing this week and was so poorly on Weds we had to get the Doctor out. She has severe osteoporosis and spondylitis, which can be hugely painful, and the usual paracetomol wasn’t touching the sides so she thought she’d try some Ibuprofen in the hopes the anti-inflammatory aspect would help. And it did, enormously, which was great. Around the same time she took delivery of her new custom made compression stockings for her fluid filled legs, which she has been wearing faithfully every day and which she says are really comfortable. The rash of blisters on the inside of her legs has gone already, which is brilliant news, so the stockings do appear to be helping. Only of course life is never that simple, and one or the other of the new treatments has put further strain on her heart and affected her breathing. Four days without the new treatments, and with an increase to her water pills, her breathing is still rubbish but she’s thankfully not feeling as ill as she was.
My Dad finds my Mum being poorly really stressful and coupled with the fact his spinal stenosis is really troublesome now and very painful he too has had a tough week 😦
I started with awful pelvic pain again on Wednesday, which on Friday night resulted in my period arriving. I was on day 20 of my cycle, when last month Aunt Flo didn’t arrive until day 40. Couple that with my regular period-induced crippling migraine and I too have not had the best week ever so it probably wasn’t the most opportune time to tackle a technical job on my computer. However my no-longer-supported-Windows-Mail email client has become so glitchy it was doing my nut in, so I bit the bullet and switched everything over to Thunderbird. It took 4 hours all in all, and I managed to loose all my sent emails from the last 5 days, but I got there in the end which is nothing short of miraculous bearing in mind I’m not the most computer savvy person on the planet.
The only bright spot on the horizon was Tuesday. I’d helped a friend by printing and mounting a photo she’d taken for someone’s birthday, so we met for lunch so that I could give it to her. She works night shift as a volunteer Samaritan, which I admire hugely, though she had me in fits of laughter telling me of a sex caller she’d had the night before who lured her in with tales of self harm then ejaculated all over his phone. Who the fuck calls the Samaritans just to jerk off?!
Today my Dad was supposed to be going out for lunch with some members of his family who were travelling over from the North East. Mum was too sick to go so I said I’d cook us both a nice Sunday lunch at her house, however last night we had more bad weather and the main road from the North East to the North West is blocked by snow and a 12 vehicle pile-up, so I’ve no idea if our visitors will even attempt the journey. My head is still banging with a migraine and the thought of eating, let alone cooking, a Sunday roast doesn’t do much for me but I’ll still go and there’s enough for three if Dad doesn’t make it out.
Will my goddamn periods ever end? Will Spring ever arrive? Has Prince Charming lost his fucking horse? Can you become pregnant over the phone? These questions and many others will be answered on the next episode of…………Soap.