So I called the doctor and the doctor said...
...she doesn't know! Okay, not exactly she doesn't know because she has some theories, but she didn't know right off the bat. Maybe it's my fault for going in expecting to hear that. >_< We're going to try a week in a splint, as in 24 hours a day all seven days, and if that doesn't work, twelve days of Prednisone. She wants me to type as little as possible and not to do anything strenuous with my left hand. So that is a huge fail right there. At least a week of doing exactly the opposite of what I do every single day. I weep. Join me, won't you?
If neither of these things works we're going to do an MRI and bloodwork because it could be an underlying symptom of an auto-immune issue. All I know is that it hurt a lot when she pushed on different areas, and my hands are so cold right now that my left hand is aching beyond description.
I trust the Lord has a reason for making me a huge walking medical mystery. I really do. I just wish He'd give me a little clue now and then. Or, you know, my doctors.
I gotta figure out what to do with my game now. After it teetering on the cliff of death it's now in fairly good activity and players, and now I can do nothing with or in it. Like, if the splint doesn't work I still need to severely limit my typing type while I'm on the drugs, which means at least two more weeks after this first week. And If I have to choose between my book and my game....man it's a sucky and tough choice, but I have to pick my writing. Tags will never give me a paycheck! So I'm thinking I need to find someone else to take care of it for awhile. Which means I need someone reliable and willing. Not easy. I have reliable people, and I have people who will probably be more than willing but not altogether reliable. WHYYYYYY???
Oh, and! I had x-rays done and she wants me to get a bone density test done because my bone mass is lower than than she is comfortable with in a 31-year-old who takes a multi-vitamin everyday and enjoys milk.
So that's my story. I'm like, "ASJDAKLSHD!!!" which is no real actual feeling or mental status at all. And yet it is what I am. I'm apathetic toward it all but in a crazy, high energy way.
Listen, I never claimed to make sense.
If neither of these things works we're going to do an MRI and bloodwork because it could be an underlying symptom of an auto-immune issue. All I know is that it hurt a lot when she pushed on different areas, and my hands are so cold right now that my left hand is aching beyond description.
I trust the Lord has a reason for making me a huge walking medical mystery. I really do. I just wish He'd give me a little clue now and then. Or, you know, my doctors.
I gotta figure out what to do with my game now. After it teetering on the cliff of death it's now in fairly good activity and players, and now I can do nothing with or in it. Like, if the splint doesn't work I still need to severely limit my typing type while I'm on the drugs, which means at least two more weeks after this first week. And If I have to choose between my book and my game....man it's a sucky and tough choice, but I have to pick my writing. Tags will never give me a paycheck! So I'm thinking I need to find someone else to take care of it for awhile. Which means I need someone reliable and willing. Not easy. I have reliable people, and I have people who will probably be more than willing but not altogether reliable. WHYYYYYY???
Oh, and! I had x-rays done and she wants me to get a bone density test done because my bone mass is lower than than she is comfortable with in a 31-year-old who takes a multi-vitamin everyday and enjoys milk.
So that's my story. I'm like, "ASJDAKLSHD!!!" which is no real actual feeling or mental status at all. And yet it is what I am. I'm apathetic toward it all but in a crazy, high energy way.
Listen, I never claimed to make sense.