Part Of Why I Don't Always Wish People A "Happy Birthday" On Facebook Or LinkedIn

Long story short, IBS flareups can drain me and affect me to not want to do as much as I could. Longer story short, those (especially with mental-illness flareups and draining-enough Cerebral Palsy) make breathing hard on some days (like today), which can be draining.

Consider this, after all: when your colon presses against your diaphragm and presses your diaphragm onto your lungs, your lungs can't fill up as well and are in a perpetually-somewhat-exhaling state. It's—as far as I know—a little-known symptom that's actually—as I had to Google—frustrated other IBS users.

Try having been prematurely born as well (and having a father whom didn't quit smoking until you were about six years old) and probably being a carrier for long-dormant Tuberculosis—since at least some of your ancestors had it (and at least one died of it)—as well as having ancestors whom had Miner's Lung and other lung-affecting issues (such as addictions to cigarettes and alcohol) and your lungs can really be, so to speak and forgive the language, *****ed up on some days.

In fact, I'm having IBS-related breathing issues as I'm typing—and that's why I mentioned that IBS flareups can make breathing hard on some day's, and thus draining in of itself.

PS If you suffer IBS (and/or any of the other health-related issues that I've mentioned here) and/or have loved ones and/or coworkers whom suffer from IBS (and/or any of the other health-related issues that I've mentioned here) , you might be able to relate to this and get a better sense of what you and/or those in your life suffer. You thus might, for example, be able to at least somewhat understand why even you and/or someone else in your life may seem like a distant and uncaring jerk on some days—not being able to breathe, and thus not being able to have as much as energy to do all that you could do, makes being able to express that you care for others hard.

Also PS: I was thinking about the Amtrak accident in Tacoma and wanted to tweet "#Pray for Washington", and I've been wanting to tweet "#Pray for Reilly, since she has another ear infection"—and wanting to tweet those things are just among the many things that I've wanted to do and that I still have to do.

Still A Difficult Time For Reilly—And "Momma"

Reilly continues to be very patient as "Momma" endures a difficult time, and "Momma" nonetheless suspects that some of Reilly's compulsive behaviors are due to her. For example, Reilly seems to clean her paws frequently—just like "Momma" washes her hands frequently, since she has OCD/Anxiety—and perhaps even Reilly's eating of mulch is part of her compulsive behavior.

"Momma" can't even finish one project that might get her foot in the door, let alone work on the book about Reilly which she's planning. As she's written:

"Especially as "Momma" has gone through heartbreaks such as losing touch with the main person whom inspired her to write about Reilly, Reilly has been "Momma"'s biggest fan—or at least her biggest canine fan—while "Momma" can't always be her biggest fan."

She's also written:

"[T]hat person inspired her to begin becoming a full-time author. In fact, as 'Momma' recalls, she wrote and sent Reilly's first real full biography to the particular person—whom she thinks about every day, and about whom she's told Reilly...
"Incidentally, 'Momma" hopes and prays to reconnect with that person—whom had and still has a huge impact on 'Momma''s life, and whom will hopefully meet Reilly—someday."

To not have the main person whom inspired "Momma" to write about Reilly—and become an author overall—in her life for now only serves to partly flare up her mental illnesses—she even had two OCD/Anxiety episodes this morning, which confused and worried Reilly.

Needlessly to say, Reilly is definitely impacted as "Momma" struggles with mental-illness flareups—which also has affected "Momma"'s and Reilly's sleep at night, and "Momma"'s getting through the day.

Saturday Morning Antics: Camille Using "Auntie Nicole"'s Having To Use the Restroom To Play Games

Incidentally, incidents like this are part of why "Momma" needs a "Daddy" for Reilly and—as "Auntie Nicole"—an "Uncle" for Camille. Anyway, Camille led the trouble this time—despite that she was explicitly told to stay in my room while "Mom-Mom" was picking up "Mimi" from work. Reilly stayed but for a time or two times when she followed Camille down the stairs, and Reilly did come back upstairs for a belly rub. With Camille, on the other hand and for example, I had to try to trick her to go see "Mimi" upstairs, tell her explicitly to come back upstairs, tell her to get out of the living room and "Mom-Mom"'s room; and finally tell her, "Camille, I'm exhausted!"

"Auntie Nicole" can't just pick up Camille—especially with bare feet—and bring her back upstairs, and having a 5'1.75" height—along with Cerebral Palsy and Scoliosis—gives "Auntie Nicole" little—if any—commanding and imposing authority.