Weird dreams, holidays, and the saga of sick
duathir, I had a dream that it was the eve of Samhain (or so I thought?), and that you stood in the newly fallen darkness and said, "We ride tonight!" My heart leapt and I stood with conviction and said that I would ride with you. It felt powerful, frightening, daring, ancient, new, and hopeful. Given the sorrows in the world right now, I thought I should rise and write this...especially if anyone shows up with horses at my door.
It has been the Winter of Sickness since September. After newly getting well from the Great Plague, I fell ill with a sinus infection and missed my last night of filidecht, to which I can only offer my deepest apologies to alfrecht. I hope our group gets to continue our practice together, as I came to enjoy it. Anyway, that was back in October. As it was, I spent that night feeling bleck and wrapped in my hoodie and blankets. The exhaustion and the ear stuffiness just did not relent and I finally saw my doctor and got a massive azithromycin script, 7 days at 500mg, and went through it. Pressure released some, not completely, and is now back.
Which tells me it is probably allergies, but I contacted my doc for sinus imaging that we talked about. At least I know?
And, in the saga of Why Am I Losing My Hair (When Not In Menopause), we may have made a breakthrough--I have low vitamin D! This could explain a shit ton, including why my ass is getting sick so much, so hopefully I will get a script, correct and maintain that, and not feel like the sleepless dead. (And if that doesn't work, the doc did say she'd try a low dose of synthroid, so if she still agrees to that after all this, GREAT!)
Let it not be said that I can't advocate for my own health, fucking exhausting as it is, which reminds me that I need to put something together for when I cannot advocate for my own health, because that matters.
Holiday prep has me full of feels and old issues. I get to spend this year in my own home, in CA, and that is good, but there is guilt generating from across the country. I do miss them, but man, my mom makes it difficult. At times.
In awesome news, thewronghands deserves all praises and blessings, for she sent me tea! (She does not like oolongs. It is a tragedy. I WILL SAVE HER FROM THE OOLONGS!) Thank you, dear! That package made my day in the midst of doctor wrangling despair. *hugs*
Love you all and hope you are with those you love this week, get some good food, and rest.
More later.
It has been the Winter of Sickness since September. After newly getting well from the Great Plague, I fell ill with a sinus infection and missed my last night of filidecht, to which I can only offer my deepest apologies to alfrecht. I hope our group gets to continue our practice together, as I came to enjoy it. Anyway, that was back in October. As it was, I spent that night feeling bleck and wrapped in my hoodie and blankets. The exhaustion and the ear stuffiness just did not relent and I finally saw my doctor and got a massive azithromycin script, 7 days at 500mg, and went through it. Pressure released some, not completely, and is now back.
Which tells me it is probably allergies, but I contacted my doc for sinus imaging that we talked about. At least I know?
And, in the saga of Why Am I Losing My Hair (When Not In Menopause), we may have made a breakthrough--I have low vitamin D! This could explain a shit ton, including why my ass is getting sick so much, so hopefully I will get a script, correct and maintain that, and not feel like the sleepless dead. (And if that doesn't work, the doc did say she'd try a low dose of synthroid, so if she still agrees to that after all this, GREAT!)
Let it not be said that I can't advocate for my own health, fucking exhausting as it is, which reminds me that I need to put something together for when I cannot advocate for my own health, because that matters.
Holiday prep has me full of feels and old issues. I get to spend this year in my own home, in CA, and that is good, but there is guilt generating from across the country. I do miss them, but man, my mom makes it difficult. At times.
In awesome news, thewronghands deserves all praises and blessings, for she sent me tea! (She does not like oolongs. It is a tragedy. I WILL SAVE HER FROM THE OOLONGS!) Thank you, dear! That package made my day in the midst of doctor wrangling despair. *hugs*
Love you all and hope you are with those you love this week, get some good food, and rest.
More later.