General Update – 23 July 2020

Rough day so far.
Autoimmune flare. Breathing is problematic. Pluerisy. Coughing. Shortness of breath. The only good thing about it is it makes my already sexy phone voice more husky, so possibly more sexy?

Immune system is being a shit and not letting things heal.
Anemia is manifesting, it was made worse with this last menstrual cycle. Heavy. Like elevator doors from The Shining. Clots. Flooding. Likely contributing to that air starved feeling.
Fighting a bladder infection that I initially thought was an International Cystitis flare. Second one I have had since I went into isolation. Fuck you Covid, for so many reasons.

Processing grief. Rummaged about in my Other Mum’s craft room and brought her serger sewing machine home. Also an encyclopedia on Needlework techniques. I feel like a thief. Her spirit insists I am not, and logically I know this. Grief is a bitch though. As is accepting and processing hard feelings.
Thank every God that has ever existed for therapy. I would be a royal mess right now without the skills I learnt in the last two years.

Tears. Lots of tears. Freely flowing. Which has been hard to come by the last few months. I may still hate crying but I have fully accepted how helpful it is for me in processing my emotions. Tears help your brain get rid of excess brain chemicals. ADHD means when I have emotions, of any kind, they are literally bigger. Higher levels of the brain chemicals associated with said emotions. So crying literally helps get rid of the emotions I am processing.

I get to wear my new shirt though. I don’t ever want to take it off. Made it with my bestie, yesterday. Favourite style of shirt, thanks to my other bestie for picking it out, AND camo print. Totally my jam. Witches. Pretty ladies. Red. Sparkles. Deliciousness. It’s seriously the best.

“Do You Want To Live Deliciously?”

Since solids are problematic before noon I made my version of bullet-proof coffee. Ups the calories. Lactose-free 10% coffee cream heated in the microwave, a tablespoon of butter, froth with an Aerolatte for as long as I can stand it. Pour into coffee. Add cinnamon. Stir. Enjoy. Delicious. Self-care. It is a lot of steps though so my executive function isn’t always feeling up to it.

The kiddo’s put the new She-ra on again so that’s fantastic.
I have also been unintentionally off of my psych meds for a week now. Issues with the pharmacy and clinic communicating about my refill. Currently awaiting a phone call from the clinic to get the refill sent to the pharmacy. Bleh.

Asshole Ankle

I remember as a child, the joy of leaping from trees, that high of free fall, the solid thud when my feet hit the ground. While I have never liked falling, it never used to slow me down. When my disorders flared and kicked in falls became devastating. My first serious fall was the first year I lived in Surrey. I was trying out for track and field, the relay race, and totally bailed into the gravel. It was my right knee that failed me then. I started seeing doctors shortly after that, I was 14 I believe.

Last night I had my first serious fall inside. I have bailed a few times when wandering about the forest and stuff but most of those could be traced back to a physical object of some sort making my uncooperative meatsuit fail.

Last night all I did was lift up onto the ball of my right foot to climb up onto my very high bed.

I felt my ankle give, it’s not an unfamiliar feeling. Since I severely sprained it dog walking it’s always been extra pissy. The issues with my metatarsal joints just made worse by my defective connective tissue being stretched out more by the injury. So that didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me was landing on my back on the floor. Usually I can compensate and kind of bypass it, kind of hauling myself up with brute strength.

I guess the combination of barometric pressure crash, plus exhaustion, plus everything flaring…but yeah. Regardless I hit the floor hard and while I have no bruises I am tender, both physically and mentally. I needed to use my cane in the house for the first time. Which also happens to be the first time I have used the cane I got from my Uncle, who passed away in November.

I had a good cry about it then put the new rubber bottom on. It’s a lot nicer to use than my all metal one, I assume because the wood absorbs some of the shock. I’m going to have to talk to the doctor about this ankle. Since getting my orthotics the ankle pain is rare. Obviously now I know it’s still fucky and I might need more effective hardware to protect the joint.

Interstitial Cystitis Flare – 08/07/2019

Content warnings: blood, intimate details of my nether regions, urine

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Things have been epically stressful in my life since June 24th.

I thought I was taking enough care with what I was eating and drinking. After all, it’s been YEARS LITERALLY since my Interstitial Cystitis was any sort of issue. It’s been so long I had to look up relief methods.

The flare isn’t entirely unexpected, but it still caught me a bit off guard. Symptoms include high pain levels (ache/burn) in my nether regions and lower abdomen, bladder spasms, urgency, light bleeding.

I have medicating with CBD/THC, acetaminophen, naproxen, and cyclobenzaprine. Drinking lots of water. Avoiding all trigger foods.

Check In – March 3, 2019

I am feeling very unwell today. The barometric pressure has been doing this rollercoaster thing for the majority of the winter. It’s been really rough. Particularly with having to recover from surgery.

The symptoms I’m having right now are the ones that really get to me. I’m used to pain and stiffness and having to gently push through it. These symptoms I can’t really alleviate the I can with pain and stiffness.

The list includes: dizzy, exhaustion, lethargy, light headed, unsteady on my feet, upright is hard. The longer I remain upright, the harder it is to do so. Shakes, swelling, feeling like I’m going to faint. Ugh.

Symptom Tracker – “Asthma”

Tracking symptoms as I think I’ve noticed a correlation between my cough, night sweats, and exhaustion.

Day before yesterday chest tightness started. Took my puffer yesterday in the morning. Night sweats last night. Woke up wheezy and coughing this morning. Woke up exhausted last two days. Been working a lot more the last 2 weeks.

Must track longer to see what’s what. Maybe a Connective Tissue Disease related? I can’t see this being related to Fibromyalgia or Psoriatic Arthritis.

Winter Bones

I made it nine days this time without Naproxen. Only took it for three days before my ankle calmed down, which was nice.

What wasn’t nice was the sudden plummeting temperatures. So the nine days has ended. It will be a couple more days I think before these pain levels drop.

I think I will take it daily again but take special care around my period in case I need to take the Cambria for the now regular migraine.

My doctor’s office has once again dropped the ball and have not called about the appointment I need with a neurologist.

Sigh.

High pain levels really do a number on my mental health.

Fast Broken

Well 7 days had been my original goal for my Naproxen/Rabeprazole fast and I made it. I’m happy about that. Not happy about my right ankle and foot flaring this badly, this suddenly.

3-5 days and hopefully foot will stop hurting and I can stop again.

Naproxen Fast

My stomach has been bothering me a lot lately. I tried cutting out coffee. Black tea was mildly problematic. The issue being coffee is the best at helping control my ADHD. Didn’t really help.

A few years back my Rheumatologist prescribed acid reducers to take with the Naproxen. It was the same visit she told me to stop taking them as needed and just take them daily. My Rheumy really isn’t big on medication so I take it pretty seriously when she tells me to take things daily.

I’ll be trying seven days without Naproxen. Then we’ll go from there. I’m working a bit less right now so it may work out well. My bloodwork is the best it’s been since before I started breeding. So maybe, just maybe, I can successfully cut back to “as needed” again.

Currently prescribed 500mg of Naproxen, twice a day.

My other reason for dropping it is because I’ve started getting migraines. They generally aren’t hideously painful but they last for days. I’m currently on day four of one right now. The migraine meds that actually work are a high level anti-inflammatory that I cannot take with my two doses of Naproxen due to risking toxicity.

Right now treating my uncontrolled migraines is more important than my very well controlled arthritis.

Wish me luck!

Bronchitis 2018

I developed Bronchitis while in the late stages of pregnancy in 2016. Every Autumn since I have gotten it again. This year included. The doctor gave me more powerful antibiotics then I’ve ever taken before, at a high dosage. If it doesn’t improve in a few days I have to go back.

This is the worst time for this. I’ve just started Yuletide presents. Work is getting busier. Pumpkins need to be carved. Blarg.