Alcohol, Narcotics and Weed… Oh My!

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To some this sounds deadly. To me, they represent my only lifeline.

Although lately, the tether on this lifeline hasn’t been long enough to reach me.

It’s 2 am and I can’t sleep for the 4th night in a row. I am currently on a pain pill for my right kidney stone pain. I was hoping it would also put me to sleep but no luck. It didn’t even take all my pain away and it’s to late to take another one. I have an early morning with all my kids.

It’s my last day with Tawney and Haidyn tomorrow before they go off for 6 weeks with my ex’s parents for the summer. They are good people and my ex mother in law is even sweet to my younger babies who aren’t her grandchildren. I appreciate that and I trust her with my oldest girls completely. It may not sound like much but I am extremely grateful that I don’t have to stress about this (stress and anxiety only add to my fibro symptoms). Our big day tomorrow consists of a morning walk with other mom’s and kids, then we head off to breakfast at our favorite restaurant, Tim’s Place. Next we are going to Shane’s work to pick him up for his lunch break and then to the Gravity Park, a large trampoline arena, for some jumping (the girls will be gone before they see what that will do to me) and finally we are ending the day together with frozen yogurt at Menchies. I am so looking forward to it. I am also worried about how my energy will be throughout the day. I love my baby girls so much and I want to be a mom that they enjoy their time with. Tawney is already cautious around me and has been conditioned to ask me how I’m feeling ever hour. It breaks my heart and I am determined to have fun with them before they leave.

I had to stop myself from drinking an entire bottle of wine for dinner tonight that Shane was kind enough to bring me when I asked. He made no remark to me about my lapse of better judgement considering I had told myself, and him, that I wasn’t going to drink anymore since I was starting to build up to high of a tolerance. So I asked around in the hopes of finding an alternative that could help get me to sleep and a lot of people advised me to try marijuana. So I got some, and gave it a try.

Now this may sound incredibly naive but I know virtually nothing about smoking and was knocked on my ass when I did it for the first time. I tried it a few more times and figured out how to get to feeling good and, mercifully, tired without completely incapacitating myself. Oh yea. Have I mentioned before that I have chronic asthma? Well I do. It was my first diagnosis at the age of 5 and a few days of smoking almost turned my asthma into full blown bronchitis, so I had no choice but to stop. Thus, the no sleeping this entire week. Thus the wine binge tonight. Thus, the self loathing. (Just kidding. Sort of.)

I’m exhausted but I keep at it. Everyday I try to do more and more to fill my time alone. I spend almost a third of my day alone in the middle of the night. It’s really depressing. So to stay focused, I work. I work on the Etsy store. I work on the wedding invitations. I work on my direct sales businesses. I work on my novels. I work on laundry. I make soap. I research other crafts I haven’t tried yet. I watch Etsy online labs. I cry. And now apparently, I write blog posts.

Us Fibromites have a saying that goes, “Nobody gets it, until they get it.” I would never wish the accursed, “it” on anyone. I hope it never happens to you. But if it does, I hope you find something that works and that you have a support system that doesn’t enable you but supports you on your journey to finding what’s helpful without judgement. Lastly, I hope that the journey doesn’t take you forever.

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