Well, here I go again. I've been in Florida since April, I finally got the insurance stuff straightened out and am running low on meds. Now I have to tackle new docs. I'm trying to put together my med history and med list. Googled docs and I'm ready to start calling.
I feel ok, hardly any pain, but my stress levels are back through the roof. My Mother's mind is going and I have to deal with outbursts now.
I'm caretaker now 24/7, but I get an hour or two to myself
I'm feeling very alone right now; I know it's just a downer because I've been flaring and can't seem to get back on my feet. The pain in my hip and leg was unbearable today but I pushed through it as usual. Now myshoulder and arm on my good side is acting up. I hurts much I want to cry but I know it will do no good. Every one just wants me to be healthily. At least as healthily as I can be. But I hurt too much to exercise . I still try though. But I hurt and I want to cry and I feel so alone-
I'm so tired of dealing with Eeyoore Days. I want to be able to live again. Just when things start to go right again something goes wrong. It's so totally not fair.
I was just thinking that my mood swings are getting worse. I probably need my hormones adjusted again. I need to get hyper so I can do. Of course it's not going to happen the endo wouldn't allow it. Nice thought though. I just need to push through the pain and start doing. I've been letting my body shit down and
With my son going down state to university; my car being stolen for the third time. We all decided it was time to go. I came here and moved in with my daughter. It was supposed to be temporary. Ha! 14 years later, I'm still here.
First thing that happened was good. An endocrenologist was recommended. He's great. My dosage was raised and I had energy; unfortunately my weight has gone from 120 to 235. At one point I made it down to 190 but flared and gained again. The never-ending
On a thread I said I would blog my history, mainly because it's so long. I'm 63, I'll be 64 in March. I can remember going to nightime high school football games well dressed against the cold and ending up crying because the cold made my foot hurt - very badly. At 12 my mother took me to another orthopedist because my knees were so bad, painwise and they would give out and i'd fall. Then my periods started. The pain was so bad, I couldn't eat without throwing up. My Mother would push me out