My Journey With:

Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (hEDS) ~ Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS) ~ Focal Impaired Awareness Seizures (Complex Partial Seizures) ~ Fibromyalgia ~ Chronic Myofascial Pain (CMP) ~ Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) ~ TMJ Dysfunction ~ Bipolar Disorder Type I ~ Migraines ~ Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ~ Keratosis Pilaris (KP) ~ Complex-Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD) ~ Panic Disorder ~ Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) ~ Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD) ~ Non-suicidal Self-Injury (NSSI or SI) ~ Painful Piezogenic Pedal Papules ~ Hashimoto's Thyroiditis (Autoimmune Hypothyroidism) ~ Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) ~ Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) ~ Multiple Phobias ~ Chronic Headaches

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

National Dog Day!

I miss you all so much! 

Our family dog Lucky in the snow
Rest In Peace
about 1989
Our family dog Lucky posing with my sister
Rest In Peace
about 1989
My sister dressed up our family dog Lucky
Rest In Peace
about 1988
My sister's dog Nippy and my dog Togy getting married
May You Both Rest In Peace
about 1994

My sister's dog Nippy and my dog Togy playing
May You Both Rest In Peace
about 2001

My sister's dog Nippy and my dog Togy playing
May You Both Rest In Peace
about 2001
Togy lying in the shade on the cool grass on a hot summer day
Rest In Peace
about 2001

Togy when he was  puppy and playing with his first toy
Rest In Peace
about 1997

My dog Togy with a dazzling smile
Rest In Peace
about 2004

My sister's dog Nippy
Rest In Peace
about 2003

My sister's thirsty dog Nippy
Rest In Peace
about 2001

My sister's dog Nippy eating food from my dad's hand
Rest In Peace
2007
Our Border Collie Ophelia curled up on her fleece Harry Potter blanket
Rest In Peace
2008

Getting hugs and kisses from the Daddy
Rest In Peace
2008

Our Border Collie Ophelia getting lovin's from Mommy
Rest In Peace
2008

Our Border Collie Ophelia and her toy pink bear
Rest In Peace
2008

My mom's dog Lady in a coat and puppy mittens for going out into the snow
2005

My mom's dog Lady with her special Disney Princess blanket
2006

My mom's dog Lady wearing her green dress
2005

My mom's dog Lady with her special Disney Princess blanket
2006

My mom's dog Lady in one of her many beds
2006

My mom's dog Lady helping decorate the Christmas tree
2005


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Experiences with accidental mustard gas

Today I was thinking about the time when I was living by myself, in 2008.  It was before I met DH, and I had a few friends, and many more acquaintances, only two of whom I allowed to know where I live, much less what town I lived in, for long complicated reasons.  So, basically only my social worker, AW, and AG knew where I lived.  (After I came out to AW I found out she not only outed me to my mom, my mom's friends, AW's friends, and even AW's grandma, but years later I found out she also gave my address to someone who didn't have my permission to know where I lived.)

I always picked one day out of the weekend to clean my house from top to bottom.  I cleaned everything on weekends, and cleaned every day throughout the week.  You could eat off my bathroom floor, because it was always immaculate.  Though you would look kind of silly eating off the bathroom floor, so I don't actually recommend it.

One day I was cleaning the bathroom, really scrubbing it down, when I mixed a cleaner that I knew had ammonia in it, with what I was sure did not have bleach in it.  It wasn't long until I figured it out, but by then I was really ill.  I found myself crumpled on the living room floor, barely conscious and terrified.  I was only about five feet from the door, but I wasn't sure if I could get there.  The thing that kept me going, as I scooted my body across the floor was the thought that no one would find my body for a week (it was summertime) and I would be a stinking carcass by then.  The thought of me being found rotting and stinking was the one thing that kept me going.  Needless to say, I made it to the door, and crawled out onto the front steps.  Once I started getting fresh air I started feeling better, but I was shaking like hell.  I wasn't sure if the shaking was from the anxiety of the whole experience, or residual effects of being in a house filled with mustard gas.  It was really scary.

What did I learn from this experience?  Before you let two cleaners mix, read the damn bottle, because there might be ingredients you don't know about!

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