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!