Sleepless Nights

Author: Veronica

  • The Sleepless Nights Gift Guide to Christmas

    I know a lot of you will have completed your Christmas shopping by now and to those of you who have, I bow down before the altar of your organisation. I’m mostly done, but I’ve yet to get stocking fillers and it’s all just a bit much.

    So I present to you, a bunch of things that you might like to get your children, or yourself, if you are so inclined.

    Stocking Fillers

    Chuggington Magnetic Board Kit:

    These are all over my fridge at the moment and I keep finding Isaac quietly rearranging them, playing. Bonus points for the fact that they will stick school notices to the fridge at the same time.

    RRP $12.95

    Barbie Glitter and Sparkle Craft Box.

    This had A LOT of glitter in it. Amy was practically in heaven, with the sparkles and the stickers and the glitter glue and etc. Isaac was also a fan, making himself a mask and then shouting at me all day.

    If you’re a slightly pedantic parent (like Nathan) this craft box has the potential to be very messy. You’ve been warned.

    Funky Fun Minis

    I haven’t tried these myself, but they look like something Amy would love. And at RRP $6.99 each, they’re definitely affordable.

    Presents

    Chuggington Die Cast Training Yard Set with Loop

    Because while the title is a mouthful, the toy is actually really awesome. We were sent one to review and Isaac played with it steadily for nearly two days and it has been in high rotation since. Anything that has a loop and a battery powered spinny thing to shoot trains is going to be a winner here though.

    For parents of children with sensory issues based around auditory processing – this toy with batteries in is quite loud. Isaac coped well with it (better than I expected once I heard how loud the spinning wheels were), but for children who are more sensitive, maybe not the best toy.

    RRP $59.95

    Zhu Zhu Pets

    I know that a lot of people told me that they hated Zhu Zhu pets because of the noise, but I can’t say that they bother me. Both kids love them and thankfully, we’ve now got two Zhu Zhu pets for them to play with.

    I know that they were voted best toy for girls, but Isaac loves the wheels and the fact that they change directions, so who am I to argue?

    These are almost cheap enough to be considered a stocking filler, but with the accessories provided, can be a large present in themselves.

    RRP $19.95 – but I’ve seen them at Big W for $9 lately.

    For yourself

    Kindle

    I bought myself a Kindle for my birthday, knowing that I needed something lightweight to read books on. My hands and wrists are painful and sometimes holding a book isn’t something I can do.

    Honestly, I always thought that I would hate it. I love books, the smell and feel of them and to replace my beloved paper with something electronic? I thought it would be awful. Instead, I found myself a chapter into the first book I bought, having fallen in love with the small grey device. It is brilliant.

    As for some people who were worried about book choices and prices, I can say that so far, prices at Amazon are just about the same as my much loved Book Depository, sometimes better. And I LOVE that I can carry around a small library in my handbag, without worrying about the weight dislocating my shoulders. Love.

    I bought mine for $139 at Big W.

    Busby Pure Tissue Oil

    I’ve been using this on my stomach and arms for a few weeks now and it’s gorgeous. I love how it feels and smells and, the most important part, it hasn’t given me a rash. As someone with skin that has a hissy fit over the smallest things, it’s nice to have a product that doesn’t cause issues.

    RRP $17.95

     And there you have it!

    The Sleepless Nights Gift Guide to Christmas.

    Disclaimer:

    I received these products in the mail to review. I’ve only shared the ones I liked here, so that I’m not recommending things I didn’t enjoy.

    I did not receive a Kindle in the mail, I bought it myself for my birthday. I thought I’d tell you what I liked about it, because I couldn’t find any decent reviews online prior to buying one myself and had to ask Twitter what e-reader they liked. Kindle won, which was nice, as it was the easiest one to find and buy.

  • It was for your own good, Internet

    When I got to the point where the Internet became less escapism and more ‘holy fuck I’m going to stab myself in the eye’, that’s when I decided that right now, novels are safer and the Internet probably ought to fend for itself for a few days. So I took myself off the Internet, mostly ignored twitter and didn’t write anything.

    I can’t guarantee that I am completely better right now, but I can guarantee that I know my limits and I will remove myself from the Internet before making sweeping statements regarding selfishness and arseholes.

    So, there’s that.

    Yesterday I spent sitting in the recliner, with the perfect amount of pillows propped under my left knee (my good knee, bastard luck) and supporting my shoulders, while I lamented the fact that I had only panadol for painkillering and trying not to cry. It was a bad day. It was a bad day in that it felt like I’d been chopped into pieces and put back together badly. A trapped tendon in my knee left me wondering if it was going to dislocate and dump me on the ground screaming first, or tear. It didn’t dislocate and doesn’t feel torn today, so I can only imagine that it has something else fun in store for me.

    It was at the end of yesterday that I got incredibly grumpy about my response to pain meds and wondered if it would be worth feeling like I’d taken speed, in order to be able to function just a little bit. In the end, I went to bed and sulked, knowing that sleeping overnight was more important than being pain free and writing a blog post, or eating something.

    So that’s what I did.

    Today is better, tomorrow will hopefully be better again.

  • Hitting the wall

    The problem with a condition like Ehlers Danlos is that sometimes I will go weeks or months without any major issues. That is of course if we’re not counting minor dislocations, nausea, vomiting and tiredness in our major issues list and ignoring the arthritic pain and assorted aches.

    This means that I get to function relatively normally for a period of time. Yes, I puke of an evening and have to manage what I eat relatively well. I also dislocate my ribs/shoulder/wrists/ankles/fingers every day, but that isn’t a huge deal. They’re all relatively easy to reduce and while painful, I don’t scream over those. This is what relatively normally means to me, but we can work with this.

    The major problems appear when I’ve been running on empty for a while. The holiday season is rough on me – rich food, family commitments, later nights, excitable children – these all conspire to use my energy faster than a week, say, in the middle of winter.

    So when I had a positive pregnancy test, a hospital admission for Isaac, a wedding to organise and execute, a miscarriage and a few other unbloggable things happen within a fortnight, you might not be surprised to hear that I hit a brick wall sometime on Tuesday, as my reserves of any remaining energy disappeared and I found myself pretty unable to do anything normally.

    You might not be surprised, but these crashes always take me a bit by surprise (apparently, I am more determined than smart sometimes and seem to think my body should run on willpower alone) and leave me grumpy at the whole situation.

    After all, there is only so much you can accomplish when the ability to walk has just about deserted you and your children are running in circles and demanding feeding.

    Thank god for Nathan, anyway.

    I am trying to take it easy, but you know what? I’m just pissed off. I’m pissed off that I can’t eat right now without wanting to vomit, that I can’t walk, that I can’t move without feeling like someone three times my age, constantly keeping an eye on my joints to make sure nothing breaks.

    I’m pissed off, knowing that getting my boob-to-knee support wear on would help – but that I know I wouldn’t be able to get it on in the first place, without dislocating at least one major joint. And I’m too scared to do that.

    I’m just pissed.

    I know that this will get better. My last big crash that felt like this involved me quitting my job and spending six weeks in bed and 12 months recovering (I was pregnant with Amy during that period, which didn’t help matters) before I felt like I had a decent control over my body again (insomuch as you can control vomiting and dislocations).

    Today I have at least managed to sit semi-reclined and deal with emails and write this post (we’ll ignore the dislocared thumb joints near my wrist, I don’t type with my thumb anyway), but it’s a slow process.

    I used a good deal of my energy resources today just having a shower, and suspect that my entire afternoon will be spend curled in a chair with my kindle, trying to work out if my hands are stable enough to hold a cup of tea. Yesterday they weren’t, but I’m hoping for progress.

    And maybe, if I’m lucky, tomorrow will be better too.

  • Recovering

    Apparently when you have a fortnight as crazy as I did, you get to the end of it and your mental state is fried.

    Who’d have thought it?

    In lieu of blogging, I’ve been spending all of my time drinking tea and reading books (Diana Gabaldan’s “Cross Stitch” series) and contemplating my lack of energy. A little bit can be attributed to depression, a lot of it was sheer exhaustion. Today is better, thanks to a psych appointment yesterday, increased sunshine and warmth and an hour planting flowers in the orchard.

    Admittedly my pear tree isn’t looking great, but it’s the first year in the ground.

    Isn’t my view pretty at the moment?

    I got my second set of HCG results back yesterday. Sixteen. ARGH. I’m still wanting to throw up on and off, which has to be my reaction to the progesterone in my system. It’s unpleasant, regardless of what is causing it.

    My mental recovery has been relatively easy. Because I’d bled from the very beginning, I wasn’t entirely convinced that my pregnancy was going to be viable. Being proved correct wasn’t what I wanted, but knowing that nearly every woman out there has gone through it makes it a little easier. Misery loves company and all that. Knowing that I wasn’t alone in things, that helped.

    Thanks to our wedding gifts, we’re hopeful that we can get the toilet moved inside in the new year, which will be great. Another winter of freezing near to death in order to pee doesn’t appeal to me.

    We’re down to two ducklings now. I started listing all of the things that might have happened to the other babies the other day and then went “huh. I am really not surprised.” It’s a harsh world for small bundles of yellow fluff.

    I also bought myself some water colour paints. Now I’m just trying to work out if I have the energy to paint myself a pretty new header for here.

     

  • I got attacked by an angry duck to bring you this post. I hope you’re happy.

    It is the fourth day of Summer today and when I went outside to take photos of my ducklings for you Internet, I put on thick socks, jeans, an undershirt, a t-shirt, a jumper, Nathan’s big furry coat and red gumboots. It’s cold Internet and the cold has sunk into my bones, leaving me wanting nothing more than to curl up with my book and unending cups of tea.

    These are the sacrifices I make, in order to bring you ducklings photos. Of which there is only one, because while the ducklings regarded me suspiciously and hid behind their mother, the mother had no such qualms and instead seemed interested in eating my face.

    For an animal that doesn’t have teeth and can’t really use it’s claws, mother ducks are rather vicious and attacky.

    You’re welcome.

    So, after wandering around after the ducklings and finding one dead (it got confused about which duck was its mother last night and despite my best attempts to shoo it back to its siblings, spent a cold night without its mum), I went into the garden.

    We’re not telling the children that I know where the strawberries are ripening.

    Blackcurrants ripening on my black currant bush. My two grandmothers gave me this cutting from my great grandmothers blackcurrant bush when I first moved in here. I’m glad that it’s not only survived, but thrived.

    These are the sweet williams that I used to make my “aisle” for the wedding. I still haven’t planted them out, but you know. I’ll get there. Just as soon as I can make Nathan dig the holes for me.

    It seems that miscarriages and exhaustion make bendy joints even worse and if walking has been displacing joints, I shudder to think what trying to dig a hole would do. At this stage, I’m just grateful for thigh high socks, which are not only keeping me warm, but are providing valuable knee support.

    My children “helped” me plant peas again this year, which has seen little pea plants pop up everywhere. This one I found almost in the pathway, along with some self sown chives and a large amount of grass.