Battered and Bruised

So Monday night is normally wash my hair night. As my shoulder has been bugging me the past few weeks, blow drying my hair has been a challenge and this monday was no exception. I took a couple advil after my hair drying, watched some tv, read a book and went to bed.  I have been sleeping on my right side (I'm a side sleeper) as my left shoulder/arm has been bugging me. I woke up about 4 am and had to go pee. I also sleep with ear plugs just cause I like to block out ALL noises when I sleep.  While still lying on my right side I pulled out my ear plugs from both ears with my left had and extended my arm over to the bed side table to put the earplugs down while I visited the bathroom. Well... something popped and OMG the pain. I thought my shoulder was being pulled from my body. 

I got up to walk to the bathroom and immediately got dizzy, intense cold sweats and could not walk. I fell to the floor gripping for the bed in pain. My husband woke up and asked me what was wrong and I told him my shoulder. He ran downstairs to get me some ice. 

I've never dislocated my shoulder before but this is the type of pain that I imagine it feels like. I tried to see if it was drooping from my body like I've seen in shows and movies but it seemed to be in the right place. I pushed gently on it and the pain did not subside. 

Here is where it gets dodgy. I somehow made it into the bathroom and as I was still sweating to death I wanted to lay on the cold tile. I felt so much better. My husband came into the bathroom and helped me to the toilet to pee. 

To add to the drama, it appeared that I had also started my period. And it was HEAVY. Like day 2 type of heavy. I could not believe it. No warning, nothing.  So hubby excused himself from the bathroom as he can't be around feminine products.  

I then looked down at my toe and it was all RED. WTF? I did not have my glasses on but I could also see small splotches of what looked like blood on the bathroom tile. Maybe 3 or so smudges. Not drops.  I asked hubby to grab my glasses as I thought maybe something was wrong with my toe. 

Well it appears I had managed to RIP about 2/3 of my big toe nail off my left foot. And it was bleeding, badly.  I don't remember kicking anything or banging it on anything. How strange. I cleaned up the splotches on the floor and hubby said he would bandage up my toe for me. 

I sat on the edge of the tub while he bandaged up my foot. I was looking in the mirror and saw a red mark on my cheek. WTH now?? 

I had a large mark on my left cheek and above my eyebrow and it looked like a bump was starting to form about my eyebrow. 

Did I faint? Pass out? I must have. Somehow somewhere from moving from the side of the bed to the bathroom floor I passed out. Banged my head and ripped off my toenail. 

I now sit here with a black eye, a bruised arm and a messed up toe. IT was an eventful monday night. 

My guess is that it was just a perfect storm. The pain in my shoulder, along with getting out of bed so quickly and my extremely heavy period that caused me to drop. 

Needless to say, I won't be going anywhere anytime soon.  I'm feeling fine. No headaches, or anything like that. Oddly, my arm feels so much better too. But my face?? That's a different story. Fun times! 

Scale thankfully was still down this morning. Not as much as I would have liked but I'll take it. 171.3 

Under the weather

It's been a long week. Been fighting a cold since last Saturday and have felt run down most days. I wake up with a cough but that seems to settle/go away after I'm up for a few hours. Pretty sure it's nasal nastiness settling over the night. I have a wicked nasty gag reflux so it's difficult for me to expel of such nastiness. I know.. TMI! 

I am sick of feeling sick though. But on the bright side,  I have been feeling a bit better each and every day but it's been a long week or so. 

The hubs has been the exact same. His cough is a bit worse than mine but still completely manageable. We have kept inside for the most part other than to get a few groceries done on Saturday. 

The sickness has at least kept my food in order. I have been drinking vitamin C drinks in the morning which have sugar in them and having a few Halloween candies after dinner, but otherwise I've been pretty good. 

My weight was down this weekend. Probably due to the face that I have not had any wine/alcohol for the month but also less food with this cold. 

Have to dream up some food for dinner. I have to admit, I hate coming up with a meal every night to feed the family. Especially, when I'm not hungry myself. 

Hoping this cold continues to make it's exit from my body and that the low weight continues on the scale! 

Recovery

We survived Thanksgiving. 

Food was lovely. Was great to see family and we survived the MIL! 

I ignored the MIL for a good part of the evening. I was visiting with my sister anyways, whom I have not seen since my dad's funeral, so I had a good excuse.  At the end of the evening the MIL managed to wedge her way into our conversation. I had earlier informed my sister of the MIL's issues and our challenges with her. My sister is a counsellor and she has offered on many occasions to talk to the MIL but I know the MIL will just reject any possible counselling, even if it is from "family". 

Well, she butted in the conversation so she ended up getting a bit of counselling!  Not about the abuse that she is putting on her body but more about her loneliness and grief and the fact that she has NEVER mourned the passing of her husband some 11 years ago. She still blames him for dying. That's stage 2 of grief, isn't it? They chatted for a bit of time and I just sat and listened and heard the same responses of,  "I'm fine, All is good". She then abruptly got up and left. We haven't heard from her since. 

My BIL and his family (hubby's brother) has offered for the MIL to come up and live with them for a few months. Great, right? Well not really. The BIL lives about 800 KM away from us, on a ranch and is about a 25 minute drive from the nearest town.  And it snows there. A lot. Both he and his wife work during the day and the kids go to school so even though he does a few days working from home, there will be many long days for the MIL to just sit and stew. 

That's a long time for someone that is not in their comforts of home to be alone.  She will be unable to drink (that's a good thing) as she will have no way to go and buy it and they won't buy it for her. She will be cranky and mean from being all alone all day and not having her vices. 

My hubby talked to his brother and asked him to reconsider his offer. He said for the sake of his marriage and sanity, to either reduce the invited stay to a much shorter period (maybe 10 days) or do it during the holidays when they are all home. Still to be determined what will come of that. I will also mention that BIL's wife dislikes MIL more than I do. I ignore her but she actually argues with her. It's not a good idea. 

I'm just thankful, that we made it through Thanksgiving! 

Now gotta start thinking about Christmas. 

Oh, and I did succumb to 2 glasses of wine on Saturday at dinner but that was it. Nothing friday even when we went out for dinner with friends! My weight is up this week so really that's unfortunate. But I did have pie at dinner on saturday and sunday. 

Thanksgiving

This weekend we will celebrate Thanksgiving - the Canadian version at least.  

This will be my first thanksgiving as an orphan - no momma and no poppa to celebrate with me. It's been almost 25 years since my mom past away but with dad leaving us this past January, it will be a hard few months with thanksgiving and then Christmas. 

I love the holidays. I love having the boys home with their girlfriends and this year with Covid restrictions lifted my sister and her family can join us as well. We are going to keep it casual with regards to food and just have Lasagna (courtesy of a local Italian restaurant) and salad. We will gab and laugh, watch some hockey and just have a good night. 

Oh and the MIL is coming too. God help us. Don't get me wrong, I've tried, tried really really hard to like that woman but I don't. I can't. I won't. She's tried for 25 years to form a relationship with me, but I have avoided and refused it at all costs. I'm not sure if it's the fact that my mom is no longer here and I don't want a replacement or if I just don't like her. I'm pretty sure it's the latter. 

The kicker is this - she's getting older and she's not taking care of herself at all. She has let her health go downhill the last few years and especially with Covid. My hubby rarely sees her and whenever he calls her, she's drunk.  Now, this used to be a woman that always dressed nicely, kept her house super clean and saw her friends on a regular basis. Now she sits at home in her own filth, drinks all day and rarely sees anyone. 

We've talked to her about getting help as she's clearly depressed but she denies it all and tells us she's fine. Her house smells like cat pee and her fridge is empty.  My husband took her to a retirement home last week. One where you can start off unassisted but then move into assisted living if needed.  She faked her way through the tour and oohed and aahed the entire time and then when they left she said it was nice but she's not yet ready for that. We believe she said that because she can't smoke there and they will limit her alcohol consumption. 

I'm embarrassed for my husband who is embarrassed for his mom. I also feel guilt in that we are not doing more, but something about her is preventing me from wanting to help her. I'm not sure what it is. It might be that she doesn't want our help, so why bother. Or maybe it's just cause I really don't care for her and that when she rubbed me the wrong way 30 some years ago, I've just never quite gotten over it. 

Regardless of what it is, she will be coming to my house on Saturday with her gossipy ways and her piss-filled Depends and I will be dreading the fact that I picked October to give up the wine! 

So Happy Canadian Thanksgiving y'all. Wish me luck!