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my floor is now very nearly empty. we are downsizing early, and gave my living room and spare bedroom furniture to the salvation army. you know, i may be paranoid, but all the old furniture going out is mine, and all the new furniture coming in belongs to my mother.
why do i feel like i might be living in a closet soon?
only kidding. i've been wanting to get rid of all this stuff for some time, now; i'm shamelessly using the moving as an excuse. i really don't like having things i don't use only for the sake of having them. it seems extravagant and wasteful to me.
plus, dusting sucks.
i do want a new couch, though. something cushy and comfy. and easy to sleep upon, since now i'll have to give my room to amy. decent trade.
i've meant to mention that my doctor's peer-to-peer was successful; after many months of hassle, my insurance company approved humira in the dosage she recommends. i wish this was most excellent news, and the beginning of an infinite period of uncompromised wellness, only i've had a shot a week for six weeks, now, and i'm barely feeling marginally better (and that i not sound ungrateful, marginally better is ever so much better than not in the least bit better, at all).
we now call my ickiness refractory psoriatic arthritis.
for crying out loud; even my illnesses are renegades with authority issues. bratty little immune system.
some of my joints are getting worse, too, even though i'm also on a higher dose of methatrexate. i don't like monthly liver panels, by the way. we're going to have to rethink this whole thing pretty soon.
still, though, it's hard to take it all too seriously when you've got this in your life.
yeah, she was whispering "daaa dunt..."
why do i feel like i might be living in a closet soon?
only kidding. i've been wanting to get rid of all this stuff for some time, now; i'm shamelessly using the moving as an excuse. i really don't like having things i don't use only for the sake of having them. it seems extravagant and wasteful to me.
plus, dusting sucks.
i do want a new couch, though. something cushy and comfy. and easy to sleep upon, since now i'll have to give my room to amy. decent trade.
i've meant to mention that my doctor's peer-to-peer was successful; after many months of hassle, my insurance company approved humira in the dosage she recommends. i wish this was most excellent news, and the beginning of an infinite period of uncompromised wellness, only i've had a shot a week for six weeks, now, and i'm barely feeling marginally better (and that i not sound ungrateful, marginally better is ever so much better than not in the least bit better, at all).
we now call my ickiness refractory psoriatic arthritis.
for crying out loud; even my illnesses are renegades with authority issues. bratty little immune system.
some of my joints are getting worse, too, even though i'm also on a higher dose of methatrexate. i don't like monthly liver panels, by the way. we're going to have to rethink this whole thing pretty soon.
still, though, it's hard to take it all too seriously when you've got this in your life.
yeah, she was whispering "daaa dunt..."