The last Bank Holiday of Summer 2021

The last bank holiday of summer has been and gone, (celebrated in England, Wales and Northern Ireland), for many it signals the end of Summer and the start of Autumn. I can’t believe it is September already, the weather is certainly letting us know it is by being markedly cooler. In some ways this year has whizzed by and in others it has crawled. It has been a strange year here at the Myasthenia Kid house, full of sadness and wishing that things could be different. It has been 8 months of constant change and things don’t look very settled for the future either. Some days it feels like you are in the eye of the storm and others that you are on the outside edge of it looking in. All I can do is be there for those that need me and hope that it is enough.

The one bit of good news is that my headaches / migraines have eased up ever so slightly over the last week ( runs around furiously touching wood). Dare I say it I have had a couple of headache free days. Which is a miracle after the last 4-6 weeks. I did end up with a bad head last Sunday evening, mainly due to the fact I was out in the sun all day with no hat on ( my own fault I forgot to bring it with me) and I was probably a bit dehydrated as I just didn’t drink enough during 5 hours that we were out. It meant I ended up going to bed very early and the following day I had issues with my blood pressure being very low. As soon as I had drunk enough I started to feel much better.

I ended up increasing the amitriptyline I take for nerve pain last week and that seems to have helped knock the headaches back a bit. I can still wake up with a sore neck and head but with a hot water bottle applied for an hour or so it does ease up considerably. I always try not to take medication unless it is absolutely necessary, which probably sounds ridiculous with the amount of medications I have on repeat prescription. I am always concerned that the Sumatriptan will stop working so I always try to head off a migraine before it is needed. Sunday night I ended up taking it along with 3 soluble aspirin and paracetamol as per the protocol I am supposed to follow. When I have a particularly vicious migraine this always helps massively. I have now started using the 3 soluble aspirin and paracetamol when I have a bad head that is not quite a migraine, that’s usually enough to clear it. I am hoping now that I have got on top of the headaches / migraines now I can slowly put an end to this debilitating flare up that came out of nowhere.

As I said earlier we all went out together as a family on Sunday, me, Mr Myasthenia Kid and Dembe. I do love it when we can escape our four walls every now and again. People don’t realise how small your world can become when you are pretty much housebound. A change in scenery always does my soul good, we travelled down to see Mr Myasthenia Kid’s mum and catch up with some family who were also dropping by. I saw one of my nephews who I hadn’t seen in such a long time over ten years. He is so tall now and what a good looking chap he has turned out to be. He was busy organising the cutting of Nanny’s lawn with the petrol Lawn mower by another of my nephews. Jay and his brother and my niece were cutting the front hedge. Whilst me and my sister in law tackled some brambles with secateurs and supervised the dogs. We got torn to shreds as we didn’t have any gloves. I didn’t even realise I was bleeding until I noticed the handle of my secateurs were wet. I ended up covered in plasters. It amazed me how much everything had grown in the few months since the last time I visited at the end of May.

It is a really lovely garden and Dembe loves running around in it. Quite often we will catch him doing Labrador zoomies by himself out there. The garden is a little sun trap and gets the sun all day long, so I am gutted I forgot my bloody hat! I have never really done any gardening before, I have popped a few plants in a pot and weeded from time to time but I have never done any real cutting stuff back or pruning out the dead wood from shrubs. I actually found it rather therapeutic and it is handy that quite a bit of it can be done sat down. I did pay for it on Monday and Tuesday but like most people who are chronically sick you don’t mind having a few rough days if you have actually done something to warrant it. It is when your health takes a nose dive and there is nothing you have done to trigger it that you get angry / frustrated.

Thanks to the bank holiday I will be completely thrown out for the rest of the week. I wont know if I am coming or going or what day of the week it is. I see Mr Myasthenia Kid has started getting the bins ready for Thursdays collection ( I am writing this on Wednesday) I will have to break it to him gently that due to the bank holiday Monday the bins wont be collected until Friday. Plus with Mr Myasthenia Kid not working a late today like he normally would that will really make my head spin and I will not have a clue what his shift pattern is until I am in front of a calendar.

The next bank holidays in the UK won’t be until Christmas (I do believe we need more between September and March) as Mr Myasthenia Kid has a generous annual leave provision he has another two weeks of holiday booked between now and the second week of November. His first week is at the end of September around our 21st Wedding anniversary, I am struggling to comprehend that we are 4 years away from our Silver Wedding Anniversary ( 25 years ). He has another week booked off for our birthday at the start of November. So it isn’t too long at all until I will have some company for a week during the day. With Covid and lock downs it has been more isolating than usual, which is why I enjoy visiting Nanny Morris and catching up with Jay’s family so much.

I’m Back!

I’m back after my two week sabbatical! I am so glad that I did take that time off as, things never ever go smoothly in the Myasthenia Kid household and this “holiday” was no different.

The first two days of our holiday had been written off due to the fact we were having a new boiler installed and two radiators replaced. Everything was going swimmingly until the Tuesday morning when the plumber managed to go through the stud wall when hanging the bathroom radiator. It isn’t the first time this has happened, when installing a toilet roll holder for me, my next door neighbour went straight through the stud wall. Yes our house is that poorly constructed and the shock of it is that this is apparently worth £224,000-£234,000 in today’s market. How on earth is anyone supposed to get on the housing ladder these days? Anyway I digress. The contractors were  fantastic, the plumber was straight onto his boss and by the evening I had been emailed with a very sincere apology and dates / times of when people would be around to sort out the damaged wall. This was all great but meant a further 3 extra early mornings for us as the boiler installation went over into another day, and three visits from the company’s decorators to fix the damage, sand the wall and then repaint.

*** for those of a delicate disposition skip the next paragraph!**

Hilariously on the second day of the boiler installation I came down with a stomach bug and not the throwing up kind. As I was sat on the sofa in the lounge I could start to hear every part of my intestines sloshing around and lots of gas also building up. Due to the stud walls in our house and it being a two up two down I didn’t wish to share my experience of the stomach bug with the contractor, so I spent from 2pm until 5.30pm with my arse cheeks firmly clenched hoping that there were no suddenly loud noises. I had to time letting rip with the guy using the drill so that he couldn’t hear me because the wind was so loud, honestly I could have filled a few helium balloons. Obviously as time ticked on it became more and more dangerous to break wind. Which led to the worse issue of my stomach just expanding due to the sheer amount of gas trapped. By the time the guy left after 5.30pm ,I raced up the stairs and over the course of the next several hours every thing I had ever eaten since 1973 proceeded to exit my body in liquid form.😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

** it’s safe now **

Anyway I was fine the next day, thank goodness as we had the plumber back to commission the boiler and a decorator to do the first part of the repair. By Thursday I was on my knee’s with tiredness as I really don’t cope with early morning starts. I can get up early but having to get showered and dressed by 08.30am is really hard because there is no time available for resting.

I had been sleeping really well for a change and hadn’t had to get up in the night and change my pillows to stop a headache . However for some reason on Thursday evening the neck pain I have been experiencing since 11th August 2020 ( RTC ) came back. I had a break of about a week and then on the 29th July the headaches and neck pain came back so severely I haven’t known what to do with myself. I am sat writing this with a neck brace on because my neck is just so painful and I am again experiencing headaches day and night. Some of them build up slowly over the course of a day and then become full blown migraines. I seem to be on a permanent diet of sumatriptan at least once a day at the moment. I have no idea why it has kicked off even worse than it has been in a while. It has pissed me off today as I had planned to get some bits and pieces done and due to my head and neck being so sore I can’t and that fucks me off when I am feeling ok(ish) with all the other health shit going on.

We did have a lovely two weeks together, even if we ended up with 5 days of contractors coming in. Mr Myasthenia Kid had to go down to his mum’s for two days of our holiday and help her with various things. I really feel for him having lost his dad 19 weeks ago he had to face the fact his mum is terminally ill. He feels awful for being an hour away but he also has me and Dembe to care for whilst working full time. It can’t be easy for him. He feels like he is never with his mum enough and no one should ever feel like that. I don’t think his father’s passing has hit him properly, I am fully expecting him to come down with a huge bump when the American Football season starts as this was the thing that he and his dad could talk about for hours. Although there are people at work that he can chat to about the football, it isn’t the same as chatting to your dad about your favourite team – they are Washington Fans. 

So I do the best I can keeping things on an even keel at home, managing my health to keep it stable. Try to support him when he lets me in and tells me what is going on in his head. It is hard but at least he has started telling me the days that he is struggling.

Dembe adored having his dad home for two weeks. The first week Mr Myasthenia Kid was home I barely got a look in. It was the Dembe and daddy show. His little boy followed him everywhere. On the second week Dembe suddenly realised I was still here and then shared his cuddles out equally. To be honest I never mind about the Dembe and daddy Love In, as I know I get Dembe to myself for 5 days a week around 9 hours a day most weeks of the year. I love the fact that when Jay is home Dembe has to show him how much he loves him.

Dembe also enjoyed barking at all the contractors we had here as well! It was only on the third day that he stopped barking at the plumber. On the day when the wall was repainted we got him a Venison leg to chew on. He absolutely adored that and it kept him busy for a good 90 minutes allowing the decorator to come and go without being barked at.

The two week’s went by so quickly, Dembe and I are now getting ourselves back into a routine again. Thankfully we have both slipped back into our usual work day routines nice and easily.

I forgot to say on the first weekend of Mr Myasthenia Kids holiday we attended a wedding reception in the evening. Dembe went in his Tuxedo and was the belle of the ball! Even the official wedding photographer took his photograph.

To attend the wedding reception we had to do Lateral Flow tests for Covid. Up until then Jay and I had managed to not have to be tested for Covid. Jay was a bloody nightmare, he is useless with stuff like this. I dread anything where he may need eye drops etc as he can’t relax and allow you to do it. He scrunches up his eyes and then tells me he isn’t scrunching up his eyes. So I knew the covid tests were going to be a barrel of laughs. Our Lateral Flow tests needed us to swab our tonsils 4 times each and then using the same swab, go up our nose and almost tickle our brains with the end of the swab. I did mine myself no issue. I have virtually no gag reflex, nothing happens when something hits the back of my throat. I can’t even make myself sick. I knew Jay would be the complete opposite.

I ended up having to get a teaspoon from the cutlery drawer to hold his tongue down as every time I swabbed his tonsils he gagged and his tongue hit the swab. When I did up his nose with the swab he couldn’t stop laughing and then he sneezed around 4 times. Poor sod as the first test he did came back as null and void so I had to repeat the process for him. We were both negative.

When Jay was walking Dembe around the block later that day our neighbour asked him if his test result was negative. Thanks to the open patio door in the kitchen as I had done the swabs our neighbours had been entertained by me telling Jay to pull himself together and allow me to swab his tonsils. Only in our house!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

So as you can see it has been a fun packed two weeks. We enjoyed the wedding reception and got to catch up with a few people I haven’t seen since I left work, so that’s 13 years. We only stayed 2 hours as I was struggling with pain and temperature control. But it was worth it to just see everyone’s reaction to Dembe who was treated like a Prince and brought his own water bowl by the staff who worked there.

It did seem strange not to be blogging or thinking up blog posts whilst I took two weeks off.

 I’m back!