Happy Birthday Thom/Johnny.
I hate day-light savings.
My dad woke me up today and told me to go downstairs to watch Molly because he was taking my mom to the hospital. I thought it was weird because the options were:
a. my dad was going to my mom's work
b. my mom's car wasn't working (highly unlikely. Teh volvo is super reliable)
c. something was wrong with my mom
So, I went downstairs and my mom was on the couch wheezing.
She had been up all night trying to breathe.
So, my dad rushed her to the emergency care center.
It could be emphysema. It could be bronchitis.
It could've just been an allergic reaction or asthma attack.
I am so happy.
She has to stop smoking.
They spent the majority of the day at the hospital and when they came home I filled the prescriptions and bought my mom some lollies and quit-smoking gum.
She's doing better but she still wheezes a little and coughs really bad.
The next couple of weeks are going to be hard on everyone as my mom will go through withdrawal and take it out on us all.
I, too, shall be going cold turkey for a bit.
Not from cigarettes but IVIG.
I was supposed to be infused last week but I didn't feel bad so we pushed it until this week.
I still don't feel bad.
Plus I want to go canoeing Friday.
I'm very excited. I could possibly be off the medication forever.
I'm also scared.
If we keep pushing it I'm afraid I'll wake up and suddenly my legs will be stiff and my feet will go numb and I'll fall when I try to stand.
I know it cant happen that quickly but being without something that has made my life possible for the past year? It will be strange. I didn't like getting the infusions but they made me feel worse and then much much better.
Plus the infusions were constant. Every five weeks two days in the hospital.
I feel like a freakin' junkie. I have track marks all up and down my arms.
What's important, though, is being well. Which if I can pull off without IVIG means I will no longer have CIDP.
Which would be amazing.
So, physically I'm doing great. I feel good. I'm drug-free. 7 weeks.
Emotionally, I'm a mess.
Thinking about Jason really brings me down.
Thinking about Chris really brings me down.
Thinking about anyone with a five letter name brings me down.
...Just kidding.
But really, I feel stupid.
I feel like it's time for us to pack all of our things and move again.
It's overdue.
We've lived at this house too long as it is.
I cannot wait to move out.
I just want to meet new people.
Tomorrow I am going to hang out with Irene. Going to see Music & Lyrics. Completely not my choice and I'm dismayed that I'm going to pay money to see it because I hate comedy and I hate going to the movies but Irene really wants to see it and I really want to see Irene.
Why is this so long?
I'm going to go to bed now.
PS. The puppies are starting to climb out of their pen. They screech and yelp all day. & play-fight. & lick you. I wish they were kittens so I could like them. I told my mom that if we had kittens I'd be a lot more likely to visit on the weekends. Of course I'll have Tiggy.
My dad woke me up today and told me to go downstairs to watch Molly because he was taking my mom to the hospital. I thought it was weird because the options were:
a. my dad was going to my mom's work
b. my mom's car wasn't working (highly unlikely. Teh volvo is super reliable)
c. something was wrong with my mom
So, I went downstairs and my mom was on the couch wheezing.
She had been up all night trying to breathe.
So, my dad rushed her to the emergency care center.
It could be emphysema. It could be bronchitis.
It could've just been an allergic reaction or asthma attack.
I am so happy.
She has to stop smoking.
They spent the majority of the day at the hospital and when they came home I filled the prescriptions and bought my mom some lollies and quit-smoking gum.
She's doing better but she still wheezes a little and coughs really bad.
The next couple of weeks are going to be hard on everyone as my mom will go through withdrawal and take it out on us all.
I, too, shall be going cold turkey for a bit.
Not from cigarettes but IVIG.
I was supposed to be infused last week but I didn't feel bad so we pushed it until this week.
I still don't feel bad.
Plus I want to go canoeing Friday.
I'm very excited. I could possibly be off the medication forever.
I'm also scared.
If we keep pushing it I'm afraid I'll wake up and suddenly my legs will be stiff and my feet will go numb and I'll fall when I try to stand.
I know it cant happen that quickly but being without something that has made my life possible for the past year? It will be strange. I didn't like getting the infusions but they made me feel worse and then much much better.
Plus the infusions were constant. Every five weeks two days in the hospital.
I feel like a freakin' junkie. I have track marks all up and down my arms.
What's important, though, is being well. Which if I can pull off without IVIG means I will no longer have CIDP.
Which would be amazing.
So, physically I'm doing great. I feel good. I'm drug-free. 7 weeks.
Emotionally, I'm a mess.
Thinking about Jason really brings me down.
Thinking about Chris really brings me down.
Thinking about anyone with a five letter name brings me down.
...Just kidding.
But really, I feel stupid.
I feel like it's time for us to pack all of our things and move again.
It's overdue.
We've lived at this house too long as it is.
I cannot wait to move out.
I just want to meet new people.
Tomorrow I am going to hang out with Irene. Going to see Music & Lyrics. Completely not my choice and I'm dismayed that I'm going to pay money to see it because I hate comedy and I hate going to the movies but Irene really wants to see it and I really want to see Irene.
Why is this so long?
I'm going to go to bed now.
PS. The puppies are starting to climb out of their pen. They screech and yelp all day. & play-fight. & lick you. I wish they were kittens so I could like them. I told my mom that if we had kittens I'd be a lot more likely to visit on the weekends. Of course I'll have Tiggy.