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.

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.

Annual Rheumatologist Appointment 2018

Saw my Rheumatologist today[Wednesday, September 12th 2018], here is the yearly update:

All labs are good.

My arthritis is very well controlled, can’t do much about Angry Ankle and Pissy Foot, it’s just life with arthritis. Meds remain unchanged.

Which are:

Hydroxychloroquine(dosage based on wright), Naproxen 500mg × 2 daily, Acetaminophen as needed, Cyclobenzaprine 10mg x 1 daily, Rabeprazole 10mg x 1 daily, Cannabis as needed.

The extra aches and pains can be attributed to my Chronic Pain Disorder. My Rheumatologist told me today she really doesn’t like the name Fibromyalgia because it implies muscle pain, when it is really a pain disorder. Things hurt. There doesn’t need to be anything specific even there for it to hurt.

Undifferentiated Connective Tissue Disease is still very mild. It’s not even something we talk about anymore.

She had not seen my physical or mental assessments from WorkBC. She agreed that, physically, I am capable of gentle part time work.

Was very insistent about me starting an exercise program. Just walking isn’t enough. Maintaining mobility as well as keeping muscle tone is important.

My arthritis symptoms are overall BETTER because I’m working part time.

Eyebrows are developing annual mild psoriasis. A new spot, about the size of a loonie, has appeared on my left ankle. So now my ankles match. It’s barely noticable right now but it was documented.

So overall my I’m holding up rather well in the physical department.

30 January 2016

I’m too tired to write out all the things I need to but wanted to check in. I’ve waited far too long to take my second dose of painkillers and my brain is mush. I know better than to push back drug times just because I’m feeling okay. Today was a rough day mentally. Physically I’m mostly exhausted. Except for the last hour where the pulse of pain throbbing along my nerves has steadily increased. I’ve realized I’m lumping all my pain together again so in the future I will be changing the format of my posts to clarify things a bit. The child needs to go to bed too, it’s actually past his bed time. I’m too sore and tired to move.

Fuck you Fibromyalgia. And fuck you shitty economy that forces me to work. And fuck you arthritis while I’m at it.

A lot of changes are coming. Hopefully it will all work out and I will feel a bit better and will have more time to write and such.

Much love. 💜🙏🏻