The trouble with diary gaps is that you feel like you need to fill them. You can't.
I tutor math for 12 hours a week. Somehow the thought of offering my services outside of a school setting didn't occur to me until just now. Anyways, I really enjoy the mother fucking hell out of it. I think it may be a little like being an adrenaline junkie- you only have one student, and you make up problems and show examples in this massive effort to get the kiddo to have an Aha! moment. Watching things make sense to someone and then having them go on to getting problems right is an amazing high.
Which is not to say that's what always happens, but the search for the next fix is nicely satisfying in its own right.
Been doing the dairy/wheat free thing for about a month now. The difference is incredible. Yesterday and today I didn't even think about taking a nap- life was happening and I was doing things and I got to the end of the day and realized I hadn't spent any effort at all trying not to nap. Since I'm rolling with the addiction metaphors today, this change of events is akin to a heroin addict not thinking of the lovely glow at all for an entire day. I'm trying to decide if it's worth it to test whether it's the wheat or the dairy. I'd like one of them back, but not enough to go back to feeling as poorly as I did.
I put together a clothes rack for the girls yesterday. Whenever I put their clothes in their dresser they end up pulling them all out to see what they have. I HATE (!!!!11!1!) washing clothes that haven't been worn since their last washing. I'm hoping that if the clothes are on hangers then they'll be able to decide what to wear without casting everything to the four corners of their room.
The Boy has cleaned his room! On his own! Of his own volition! Which is not to say I hadn't asked him to, but he decided enough was enough without me delivering an ultimatum. Also, this may be the very first time he cleaned the entire room without any help from me. Which is not to say I clean his room. Usually he requires some sort of encouragement or assistance when he realizes what a Large Chore he has made for himself, but htis time he got himself over the hump. I finally feel like he might have absorbed some of the things I've been trying for 16 years to teach him :)
Alright then. Lots to do. I'm off to do it!
ephelba
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Poppy and I tell the girls at every available opportunity that smart people are the kind of people who make mistakes and then learn from them.
This Christmas I made a great mistake. The children were all going to be home every day, and I had a ton of Christmas things to do, so I thought I would take one of my magic pills (Nuvigil) every day for a week, then crash on Christmas. I didn't even make it three days. If you don't have it to give, no amount of uppers will create it. The result was that I crashed in a very real way on the Thursday before Christmas. I threw a fit, I think it was on Friday, which involved me feeling more than a little suicidal, because, really, what's the fucking point of sleeping through your life? This is a Stage. I go through this Stage, then typically I pull my bootstraps up and Consult the Oracle. Not that it has ever really helped my symptoms, but if you're looking for the latest research then you're Doing Something to try to fix things, and that means Hope. Also, you can research on the couch.
This time the latest research mentioned they thing mast cells are involved. I also read an interesting paper that suggested Quercetin and Chondroitin could be used to sort of muffle the mast cells, but quercetin is difficult to absorb.
Armed with this info, I slept as much as I could for, like, four days. Then I bought some new goods. And now, after week of trying my new regimen, I can say that it's made a measurable huge difference. I'm not cured. Things are still off and weird, but I can truly say that I feel like I might be healing, and that next week I might feel better than I do this week.
Nothing very witty or insightful to say. I just wanted to mark the point at which Thing Got Better, in case it turns out to be true.
Love,
ephelba
PS
If you have chronic fatigue syndrome and wonder what my regimen is, I'll share:) Just email me.
This Christmas I made a great mistake. The children were all going to be home every day, and I had a ton of Christmas things to do, so I thought I would take one of my magic pills (Nuvigil) every day for a week, then crash on Christmas. I didn't even make it three days. If you don't have it to give, no amount of uppers will create it. The result was that I crashed in a very real way on the Thursday before Christmas. I threw a fit, I think it was on Friday, which involved me feeling more than a little suicidal, because, really, what's the fucking point of sleeping through your life? This is a Stage. I go through this Stage, then typically I pull my bootstraps up and Consult the Oracle. Not that it has ever really helped my symptoms, but if you're looking for the latest research then you're Doing Something to try to fix things, and that means Hope. Also, you can research on the couch.
This time the latest research mentioned they thing mast cells are involved. I also read an interesting paper that suggested Quercetin and Chondroitin could be used to sort of muffle the mast cells, but quercetin is difficult to absorb.
Armed with this info, I slept as much as I could for, like, four days. Then I bought some new goods. And now, after week of trying my new regimen, I can say that it's made a measurable huge difference. I'm not cured. Things are still off and weird, but I can truly say that I feel like I might be healing, and that next week I might feel better than I do this week.
Nothing very witty or insightful to say. I just wanted to mark the point at which Thing Got Better, in case it turns out to be true.
Love,
ephelba
PS
If you have chronic fatigue syndrome and wonder what my regimen is, I'll share:) Just email me.
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