Today I have spent 95% of my day in bed.  Yesterday, I thought that making my own pasta would be a good idea.  It looks so easy when people make it on YouTube!  Turns out, it kills my back, my neck, and my fingers.  And today, I am paying for it.  

Was it because of the pasta making?  I don't know.  I have been having an upsurge in my medical and mental issues lately (fibro, POTS, and anxiety).  I even had a migraine the other day.  Whereas in 2020, I could go for weeks with a migraine every single day, but in 2021, I barely had five the entire year!  I got plenty of cervicogenic headaches, but my migraines took a hiatus.  So far, I've had one this month, and hopefully it'll be my only one for a while.  But as for the rest of my pain, it's all flared up and ready to go.  Even typing this is freaking painful on my fingers.  My neck hurts, my head hurts, my shoulders hurt, my legs hurt, and even my toes hurt.  So dumb.  But that's my life as an adult now.  And unless I can cure myself of whatever this is, this is the way it is and the way it will be forever.  And I'm okay with that.  I don't like it, but I do use this time to catch up on great shows :)  

Also, I've had several sleep attacks today, and fell asleep a few times.  During shows I wanted to see, too!  Ugh.  Today my hubby and I watched "The Creepy Line" and I slept through a bit of it.  I'll have to go back and watch it again later.  

Today I woke up to my mother cutting her own hair again.  Goodness gracious.  It's like having a five year old get ahold of the scissors.  When she first started doing this, she'd go ham on her hair and not let me fix it.  I, am a hairdresser and have been for many years.  Yes, I am self-taught, but I've been doing it for so many years, I am quite good at it.  But rather than asking me to do it, she just gets out some kitchen scissors and takes to her head.  Finally, she now allows me to fix it, so I woke up, feeling like total shit today, and she starts yelling, sounding like her head is in a can.  So I ran in there and she's yelling "You need to help me fix this!"  I just giggled and used the toilet and then went in and fixed her hair.  She said "My scissors are getting dull, I need new ones!"  I laughed said "You don't need any scissors!  Just let me do it."  She laughed and I cut her hair and now she looks pretty okay.  Though she does look a ton better than before, as her hair was getting unruly and too long.  

I didn't find that annoying or anything, she was happy with her haircut, so it turned out okay.  Even though I felt gross.  But it wasn't until after lunch I started feeling my worst.  Sometimes after I eat my symptoms get way worse, and I don't know why.  

I did make her dinner (literally took me all of seven minutes--I get frozen pre-cooked mesquite chicken breasts which I microwaved, made her instant mashed potatoes, and quick cooked some frozen veggies in water on the stove--one of the fastest meals to make).  But most of the day I've been in bed, watching a Netflix comedy show called "The Standups".   I am a huge comedy fan and laughter is supposedly good medicine.  But it didn't work, but at least it was funny.  Well, all except Mark Normand.  He was utterly terrible.  Fat jokes are not only so 1980's, but his jokes weren't even funny.  Then he switched to sex jokes that weren't funny either.  How did this guy even get on this show?  Even the audience shared my sentiment and hardly laughed.  I had to turn it off at about 5 minutes and 44 seconds in. I didn't want to waste my time anymore.  Then Janelle James came on and she killed it.  Thank goodness.  I needed some laughter to wash out the taste of the ick that Mark left in it.  Um...that sounded grosser than it should.  Ew.  But you get it.  "You made a bad joke, Petey!" (Fantastic Mr. Fox reference--something we say in our house every time someone does something bad LOL)

So I am waiting for my kids to go get dinner, as I can't cook, because that sounds like torture right now.  And I need to stop typing, as my fingers are aching.  Well, time to go watch something interesting.  I may venture out into the living room to watch Apple TV+ (since my TV doesn't get it, dumbass TV).  Or my kids may want to watch something with me, and they hate laying my bed, as they are grown men and we all don't really fit anymore LOL  Long gone are the days of my tiny babies watching Golden Girls or Star Trek with me in my bed.  Though we still watch Star Trek, but just in the living room instead :)  

Time to take some Tylenol.  Yay!

Oh, also, I don't think we'll move by this summer, unless we find somewhere perfect, and our credit scores are up.  But it will be soon.  Purging the basement sucks, as I keep getting overheated and feeling gross.  But I will keep doing it, little by little.