Still on the planet
Really. Hiding out in a little cave in a little burg called West Bloomfield, but still on the planet.
Life is extremely stressful, and writing is not proving to be an outlet. As a matter of fact, writing has less interest for me right now than it has at any time since I started my LJ. Honest to Odin, I'm finding more interest in needlework than blogging right now. As everyone knows how much I loathe love needlework, that's really saying something.
The past few weeks have brought what seems like an endless round of trips to the doctor and to the various labs with Paul. So far he's had xrays and an MRI, and they've shown a whole lot of nothing. The only thing they've found is a bright patch on the MRI that has an outside chance of being a bone infection, but is highly improbable as Paul has no other signs of infection. Next week it's dopplers on both legs, about a three hour test, and I have to make an appointment for him to see the orthopedic surgeon.
In the meantime they prescribed a medication to treat the pain of nerve damage in diabetics and fibromyalgia patients in the hopes that he might actually be able to get a decent night's sleep occasionally. It's $40 a month even with insurance, but he needs sleep. It seemed to work at first, and it was looking like maybe neuropathy was at the heart of this, but over the course of less than a week he's back to sleeplessness due to pain. It's not quite as bad as it was. He hasn't been in tears yet, and I haven't slept on the couch in a week now, but it's still not good.
And the money is just being sucked out the gaping hole in the budget, and into the medical expenses void. My hours are flucuating between bad and horrible at work, and Paul is still on strict "no-overtime", so income is falling while expenses are soaring. I find I'm doing something I haven't had to do in years---the shut-off notice jig. Heating bill is up next.
At least there is the pool. For an hour a day all my problems go away. My average blood pressure now is not too far from what it was when I was 18 at about 120/80ish. I'm also only 3 pounds away from my weight at 18. That's quite a milestone. Unfortunately, that wasn't my lowest adult weight. I reached that when I was about 22, and I've got another 40 pounds to go to hit that mark. I really don't care one way or the other about the numbers (aside from the blood pressure, that is). I just care that I feel better swimming.
Anybody need a home for Thanksgiving? I honestly don't know what we're doing, aside from the fact that we'll be home and I'm cooking dinner. The house is a wreck, but the welcome is as warm as always.
And finally, teh internets is getting smaller. Rudy should be online later this week. Be afraid. Be very afraid. ;-)
Life is extremely stressful, and writing is not proving to be an outlet. As a matter of fact, writing has less interest for me right now than it has at any time since I started my LJ. Honest to Odin, I'm finding more interest in needlework than blogging right now. As everyone knows how much I loathe love needlework, that's really saying something.
The past few weeks have brought what seems like an endless round of trips to the doctor and to the various labs with Paul. So far he's had xrays and an MRI, and they've shown a whole lot of nothing. The only thing they've found is a bright patch on the MRI that has an outside chance of being a bone infection, but is highly improbable as Paul has no other signs of infection. Next week it's dopplers on both legs, about a three hour test, and I have to make an appointment for him to see the orthopedic surgeon.
In the meantime they prescribed a medication to treat the pain of nerve damage in diabetics and fibromyalgia patients in the hopes that he might actually be able to get a decent night's sleep occasionally. It's $40 a month even with insurance, but he needs sleep. It seemed to work at first, and it was looking like maybe neuropathy was at the heart of this, but over the course of less than a week he's back to sleeplessness due to pain. It's not quite as bad as it was. He hasn't been in tears yet, and I haven't slept on the couch in a week now, but it's still not good.
And the money is just being sucked out the gaping hole in the budget, and into the medical expenses void. My hours are flucuating between bad and horrible at work, and Paul is still on strict "no-overtime", so income is falling while expenses are soaring. I find I'm doing something I haven't had to do in years---the shut-off notice jig. Heating bill is up next.
At least there is the pool. For an hour a day all my problems go away. My average blood pressure now is not too far from what it was when I was 18 at about 120/80ish. I'm also only 3 pounds away from my weight at 18. That's quite a milestone. Unfortunately, that wasn't my lowest adult weight. I reached that when I was about 22, and I've got another 40 pounds to go to hit that mark. I really don't care one way or the other about the numbers (aside from the blood pressure, that is). I just care that I feel better swimming.
Anybody need a home for Thanksgiving? I honestly don't know what we're doing, aside from the fact that we'll be home and I'm cooking dinner. The house is a wreck, but the welcome is as warm as always.
And finally, teh internets is getting smaller. Rudy should be online later this week. Be afraid. Be very afraid. ;-)