Jul 31, 2007 07:58
A lot of things have changed since my last update, and I'll keep this brief.
Shell ended my assignment so now I'm working at my company's home site. At first I took this as a negative, but then I realized I needed to change my attitude. It has been really great. The people are nice and the atmosphere is very relaxed. I'm not doing anything nearly as high-stress as I was doing for Shell. I no longer have that kind of status symbol, but I do have a much better work environment and a way shorter commute. I am very happy with these changes. I am also very happy with the mature attitude that I kind of snapped into. Go Meg!
My FM and RLS were getting heinously bad for a while. Really, the whole past month. I had a bad flare-up last week and to make things worse, I haven't had a decent sleep in 3 or 4 weeks either. I went to my rheumatologist last week and we figured out part of the problem. A few months ago, my neurologist put me on Lyrica for my RLS -- and it worked. However, my insurance wouldn't pay for the dose I needed, so I had to switch to Neurontin for my leg pain. I majorly augmented on the Neurontin; it worked, but my body quickly became tolerant, so I kept having to increase my dose. It was also giving me nightmares and making my RLS worse if I was a little late taking it. Well, Lyrica was approved for the treatment of FM about a month ago, so my rheumatologist wrote a prescription for me, along with the diagnosis code for FM in case UHC gives me any grief. I'm back on the Lyrica and even at a half-dose (which you take for the first week) I am feeling much better.
As I mentioned above, I have also had trouble sleeping. I can take two Benadryl or two Tylenol PM and I STILL wake up frequently throughout the night! So my blessed rheumy is calling in a script for Ambien CR today. She is such a good doctor.
Things with John are great. He amazes me more and more every day. He is understanding and compassionate about my health issues and loves me in part because I take care of myself but don't let those health problems run my life. He doesn't treat me like I'm incapable, which, as other people with severe FM know, is a big deal! I helped him paint his living room this weekend which left me in some serious pain, but it was worth it! I will be living there soon and it will feel good to look at those blue walls and know that I helped!
My life is worth living; even through the occasional pain and accompanying guilt, there is a light that shines...